Under the Gaze of the Red-Robed Man, I Made a Contract with the Red-Robed Devil

The cold feeling spread from the fingertips and swept through the whole body in an instant. I looked down and watched the pale hand reach out from my shadow and grasp my wrist tightly. Where my skin touched, the chill was biting, as if it would freeze my blood. "The contract is made." A voice rang in my mind, not through my ears, but imprinted directly into the depths of my consciousness. The voice was cold, hollow, and had a certain inhuman quality.