The single word "Contract" echoed inside Jinn's mind with a sharp, almost painful clarity, like someone had struck a bell right behind his ear.
His eye twitched in response, before narrowing as he looked at Akavi.
"I'll help you gain freedom… in exchange, you will serve me and me alone—you will be mine to do whatever I see fit," Akavi said as she stepped toward him.
Her movement was slow and smooth, and something about it felt dangerous, like a shadow creeping along the ground.
Her expression darkened into something cold and predatory, as if she was a slithering snake drawing closer to its chosen prey.
And Jinn could feel her presence pushing against him, not with force, but with confidence—like she already knew he had no way out.
She lifted a single finger and set it gently on Jinn's shoulder, letting it drag down the length of his arm with a soft but unsettling touch.
The motion was steady, almost lazy, and she circled around him in a way that felt far too deliberate.
