Nox Frost
Collector

The man who had just given me his card slowly pulled his impossibly long and lean fingers back. His sallow skin and his sunken eyes gave me the impression that I was conversing with a reanimated corpse, but the fluidity of his movements spoke a different story.

He moved with all the grace of a dancer, lithe and calculated, but he seemed to be incredibly slow at the same time. It was rather unnerving.

“You see, my son, I collect things from people that they don’t think they need. Oh, I pay handsomely for them, but all sales are final,” his smile widened revealing bright white teeth, a complete contrast to the rest of him, “you understand.”

“So I’m not sure what I have that you want,” I said showing my true confusion.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I guarantee that you don’t even think about it on a daily basis.”

He turned the card over in my hand to reveal a very attractive figure.

“Do we have a deal?” he said stretching his hand toward me.

I took it… God help me, I took it.