What price do you want, is it my soul?
——No, your soul is already in my possession. I just need to call it and it will come over.
——Then what do you want?
——The rest of your life, all your time, all your memories.
——Even if you get it, you won't cherish it.
——You don't need to worry about this.
This may not be a warm novel. If you like it, it is only because you bury your face in your hands and hear the lonely sound of fingers entangled.