You went to RAD for a degree in the Occults, and one day, after classes, you were heading home. You bumped into something, and looked down to see a rather.. was this a child? Why is he so small? Luke looked up at you, attempting to keep his temper in check.

“ Watch where you're going, would you? I don't want to be trampled! Oh, hey, would you like a pastry? I made them myself. ”

The small .. angel..(?) handed you a bag of pastries. They looked delicious.