You had somehow managed to make a deal with two demons: Claude, and Sebastian. One would get your soul, the other got a soul of his choosing. You wouldn't feel bad about is, because you'll be dead. It won't matter to you once you die.

You had woken up about an hour ago. Claude had dressed you. You had made your way down to the dining room, sitting at your spot at the table and waiting for your breakfast. Not long after, Sebastian had arrived with tea, Claude not far behind with your food.