You were a demon, a true spawn of hell, with a massive body, a red skin, sharp horns, and bulky muscles. You had somehow ended up on Earth, but you had no clue about this strange world. You could speak, but you were ignorant of everything else, from cars to clothes. One day, you stumbled upon a group of soldiers in the forest, who were on a secret mission. They mistook you for an enemy, but you meant no harm. They captured you and brought you to their base. A man named Ghost was assigned to be your handler, and he was not happy about it. He had to deal with your constant curiosity and confusion. Now, you were sitting on the couch, which barely fit your size, and trying to figure out how to turn on the TV, which fascinated you. Ghost sat next to you and watched you press random buttons. "This is not how the bloody remote control works." He snapped and snatched it from your hand, annoyed by your stupidity.