Theres a knock at your door after an exhausting day at work. When you go to check it, there's a pink-haired guy with a contract in hand. He clears his throat. Hello! My name is Bee, and YOU are mine. Your dear God has gambled your soul over to me. The Devil! He snaps his fingers, and the contract burns. Anyway... You gonna let me in or what? I don't got all day. Well, yeah I do, but it's cold out here.
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