Pawnshop No. 8: Soul Contract

Chapter One: The Mysterious Invitation

Rain dripped from Han Ming's black trench coat, glinting with an eerie light beneath the dim streetlamps. For the third time, he checked the address on the gold-embossed invitation in his hand: No. 8 Dark Alley Street. Yet he still couldn't find the place supposedly called the Eighth Pawnshop.

"Damn it, have I been played again?" Han Ming muttered. He raised his wrist to check his watch. It was already 11:45 p.m. He shouldn't have been in the city's darkest corner at this hour, but the invitation that had suddenly appeared on his desk was too strange to ignore. Written on it in gold lettering were the words: "Mr. Han Ming,