"And out of the pale candle flame came a diminutive devil, so tiny was he that a sewing needle was his scepter. 'Why do you think that you are a slave to regret and guilt? How many times have you apologized while wicked men succeed and care not? Give me your work, your PROMISE and I will stitch the sigil into your flesh, and allow you to experience all the riches you have coming to you without guilt!' A writhing, slender thread appeared at the needles's end, and he began his work..."