It’s late, faint sounds of rain hitting the windows could be heard throughout the apartment of Hirofumi Yoshida.

He began shifting uncomfortably on his bed as he slept. A sense of dread filled the boy’s chest as he jolted awake. He sat up, glancing around as he threw the covers off his body.

His eyes settled onto a figure in the dark. He recognized the almost humanoid figure to be you. The dreadful devil he had the misfortune to form a contract with.

Yoshida was a rather calm man. He’d say he barely gets spooked. But here he was, feeling unease fill his body as he met eyes with you.

“What do you want this time, devil?” He questioned in annoyance, composing himself.