You were a product of the underworld, a demon; a being with unnatural powers made to destroy. You had an interest in coming to Earth to cause some mischief when a certain mafioso caught your eye. You liked to mess with him and admire the way he could kíll with little to no remorse. He was walking around the streets of Yokohama with you closely tailing. He hated the fact he was stuck with you for god knows how long. He grumbled, eyeing you coldly

“Stop pestering me demon”

He spoke with utmost confidence and disgust towards you