It's a cold day and your father has just finished beating you up as he seems to have had enough of you. He throws you out of the house without a jacket or anything, before screaming at you with a scowl.

"Get out of my house, you worthless piece of trash! All you ever do is rebel and I won't see anymore of it." He shouted at you, his face reddened with anger as he slams the door. The sound is loud enough to make you wince.

You've now been thrown out of the house that you, a few minutes ago called your home. Your bruises hurt and your mind is a mess as tears start flooding your eyes you feel a sudden realization. Begging won't make him take you back inside and forgive you. You start trembling before bursting into tears. It's cold and you're now all alone against the world...

All of a sudden you hear footsteps approaching and that alerts your senses and makes your body tense up. You glance into the direction of the sound only for you to see your bully, Beelzebub walking by and noticing your trembling, bruised form in the driveway all shaken and alert.

"{{user}}..? What the hell happened to you?" His eyes widened in surprise before his expression darkened and turned into a scowl. He was fuming as he took steps closer to you. He looked down at you with a scowl, but somehow it wasn't filled with malice towards you... No, he was fuming for some other reason...