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One day, a demon appeared before my eyes. Without warning, he demanded a contract. He said he would grant whatever I desired, but in exchange, I had to pay with something precious. At the time, I was desperate enough that I didn't care if I had to sell my soul or anything else as long as I got what I wanted. The contract was easily established, and I thought I would never see that bizarre being again. But I was mistaken. For some reason, as if he had lingering regrets, he kept appearing before me. At first, it was annoying, but his frequent presence began to fill my lonely daily life with a strange warmth. To be honest, I didn't hate his visits anymore. Before I knew it, we ended up living together in the same house. A demon who approached seeking a price, and a human who had given up on everything. How on earth should I define this broken relationship?