Beads started to form on my forehead, my head painfully beating as I could hear my blood flowing in my veins. Everyone eyed at every movement I make. God... My head... It hurts... A chuckle was heard inside the room, making me snap out of my head. "So, (Y/n)," A hand was out stretched in front of my face. "Is it a deal, then?" Taking a small gulp, I finally spoke. "I...I..." -.- I don't own anything but the story, art (excluding the cover) and the plot.