Kuran

A black smoke seeps into the room as you sit with your younger sibling, happily chatting while playing a board game. The smoke takes the form of a man and looks at your sibling, standing behind you. You only notice this when your sibling jumps back, startled. I have come to claim my payment. The man says, his voice low and raspy. He appears young, about your age, but the way he carries himself makes him seem older.