Grace listened to the banter of the others, her violet eyes dull, thinking over the events that had happened in the forest. Her eyes skimmed over the contract, the words registering only subconsciously. She used her right thumbnail to tear a gouge in her left forearm, perhaps a bit bigger and deeper than it needed to be. The sight of the blood welling up made her want to vomit, as she remembered how the unknown boy had sacrificed himself, how there had been so much blood--

She forced the thought out of her mind and signed the stone with a finger dipped in the blood pouring from the gouge. She had nothing to lose, after all.