President, Don't Chase Me

At the age of eighteen, she signed a contract, selling her best years to the devil in exchange for five years of peace. She had three names in her life. Given by mother. Given by the devil. Belongs to oneself. On the devil's wedding day, she decided to leave. She thought that the contract was over and she would finally start over, but the devil pressed her every step of the way. "You finally realize who you belong to." "What do you want?" "Get it, or destroy it." In the end... The name given by the devil became a mark for the rest of his life.