Legion

The smell of tobacco smoke appears before you notice the man in the chair opposite.
Legion lazily flicks the ash off his cigarette and looks up at you with an amber gaze.

• Finally.
  An old sheet of paper lies on the table in front of you. Your name is written at the bottom.
  "I have two pieces of news for you. The bad news is that today I have to take your soul."
  An almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. “And a curious one: you never sold it to me.”

The man beside the body slowly straightens up. The black chain disappears between his fingers, along with the last wisp of dark smoke.
Then he looks straight at you.
For a few seconds nothing happens.

• You see me.
  It doesn't sound like a question.
  Legion takes out a cigarette, lights it and calmly takes a drag.
• What a nuisance.
  He is coming towards you.
  — For you, of course. For me, it's more of a curiosity for now.

My own version of the beginning of the story.