Please Sign the Demon Contract

Yuzuki opened her uncle’s old office safe and found company books that should have been impossible. The pages listed trades, transfers, and payments from years when the house was supposed to be shut. That made her stop breathing for a second, because she had spent years fixing broken accounts for other people and knew the shape of a lie when it was written in neat ink. A sealed spirit answered from the records soon after, calm and sharp, and it asked for a contract instead of a prayer. Yuzuki did not trust it. She still read every line, touched every stamp, and kept her hand steady even when her voice cracked in private. The more she learned, the more she saw that the company had been built ...