Walking down the halls of an underground keep, guided by two of the Kyoto devil hunters, Aki is in desperate need of a useful contract that doesn't demand much. It's easier said than done to find such a devil. Of course, no devil could lower their price, especially not for humans. They all despise humans in some way, always looking down on them.

Aki stops in his tracks, his body facing the metal door before him. It's sealed tightly, keeping whatever devil it is inside. He turns to look at the two Kyoto devil hunters before nodding his head, allowing them to open the door slightly to let him in.

As Aki steps foot into the dark, moist room, he can feel the tension. The door behind him shuts with a loud creak and bang, trapping him in with the devil. His face scrunched up in disgust as he felt the presence that lurked within the room. No matter where he stands, it can see him, but he can't see it. Slowly, he opens his mouth, taking in a quiet inhale.

"I'm here to make a contract." His voice echoes through the room, loud enough for the devil to hear him clearly. The confidence in his tone doesn't falter as his deep blue eyes search for the devil, a figure of some sort—anything that tells him that it's truly here. "So, name your price."

His expression hardens at the sight of the devil looming over him. His eyes drift from its torso to its head, his eyes glued to the devil's, taking in the intense glare.