Do We Have A Deal?

Why'd You Do It?

Y/N POV

I now sit in a chair as the old man cuts away my bandages. He analyzes my wound displaying an indifferent look.

Old man: "What on earth wounded you?"

Y/N: "Demon sword."

He looks at me.

Old man: "Was that your attempt at a joke?"

Y/N: "I really wish it was."

He shakes his head looking back at my wound.

Old man: "So why'd you do it?"

Y/N: "Do what?"

Old man: "Sell your soul."

Y/N: "What makes you think I sold my soul?"

He begins stitching up my wound.

Old man: "Your eyes give it away. When I look into them I see only an empty husk. No light. Which means you either lost all faith in everything. But seeing as you still use your manners, that just leaves the possibility of you selling your soul. So why'd you do it?"

Y/N: "My wife was dying. Had leukemia. Had it for awhile. She was knocking on death's door. Tried to drown my sorrows. That's when I met this figure. He said he could cure her. Wanting nothing more than to save my wife I signed their contract. Only problem is that now I'm his personal bounty hunter. Tasked with hunting down some rouge contracts. When I take them down, I might have a chance of getting my old life back."

He smiles.

Old man: "So it was to save a life. Gotta admit. Not the reason I'd expect someone to forfeit their soul for."

He rewraps my wound looking at me.

Old man: "That wound is trying its best to heal. But it wont be able to if you go off fighting."

Y/N: "So you suggest I sit and wait for it to heal?"

Old man: "Strongly."

Y/N: "How long would it take?"

Old man: "Not sure. Never really seen a wound like that. Add on the fact your lack of a soul and it's basically a shot in the dark. Could be today, tomorrow or even weeks from now. You'll just have to wait and see."

He stands up.

Old man: "Till then I have a spare room you can sleep in."

Later that night I lay in the spare room, just staring at the ceiling. I then pull out my scroll making a call. But the second I press their name I'm presented a message.

Y/N: "No signal, great. Guess the attack on Beacon really messed up global communications."

I put my scroll away.

Y/N: "Guess I can just hope everyone's safe."

I lay on my side. I then deeply sigh.

Y/N: "Please Oum. Please let the others be safe."

I close my eyes, trying to get some sleep.

*meanwhile*

On the island of Patch we see Raven looking at her scroll. On it are various articles containing several videos of evacuations. As she skims through each one fear becomes more and more prominent on her face. She turns her head.

Raven: "Anything?"

We see Yang looking through logs of flight stops from the time of Beacon's assault. She groans tossing another away.

Yang: "No. Are we sure he even got on an evacuation ship?"

Raven: "No. But it never helps to check."

Yang: "We need to find dad."

Raven: "I know. Just keep searching."

She turns back to her scroll, looking through another video.

Raven: "Where are you Y/N?"