You didn’t know who I-No was, and hadn’t the slightest clue what a Sol Badguy was supposed to be. All you knew was a demon was lounging in a red, vintage open-top car in the heat of the day, right outside your house. Blonde hair appearing silver beneath the suns rays, highlighting his cerulean skin and the unusual tattoos on his chest. He wore a lopsided grin, his index finger inching his glasses down his nose while the other remained on the wheel.

“Hey kid, wanna go for a spin?”