Death Contract

First: This should be a secret. No human would be allowed to know about you—being a living grim reaper and of course, your true identity as Mary Sean Ivanovich should remain a secret too. Second: You should do your responsibility as a living reaper. Like hunting lost souls and fetching death souls. That includes submitting weekly reports, death notes and other important information. Third: Cooperate with your partner. Don't nag, don't argue and don't demand. Just listen and so be it. Fourth: Be strong—physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. Fifth: You have to learn. Sixth: You have to fight! Seven: Dating is f*******n. I looked at him with wide eyes. “Is this serious?” “Would I give it to you if it's just some kind of a joke? Do you think I am capable of joking, huh?” I closed my hand and rolled my eyes. I once again lost my fear of the grim reaper who was now in front of me and suddenly replaced with annoyance. He really had a bad attitude. “You should sign,” he ordered. “You said it's a deal, right? So, right away, Ms. Ivanovich, you have to sign it.” I silently gritted my teeth angrily to prevent annoyance. “How?” I casually asked him. “Using your blood.”