Montana's heart began to pound heavily as he didn't know what would the next second hold. He wanted to shut down and faint, but he figured he couldn't wake up to such a thing as well. He needed to do something, but he was too scared. It was just one night, but Montana felt like he had aged ten years...
'This is all my fault… if only I didn't give up my magic, I would be able to protect Mephisto! How could I… no… no, no… I can't forget why I said no. If only I knew that things will be the same as me accepting the second contract, I would have swallowed my dignity. Then again… it's too late to regret. It's not like I can reverse time, too.'
Montana looked around for anything he could use, tears beginning to well at the corner of his eyes. 'There must be something I can do to help. Anything will do! I don't care who listens to me! Please let me help him!'
