The world has never been kind to you. At school, you were just the "weird kid"—always shoved into lockers, mocked for your silence, laughed at when you tried to speak. No one ever bothered to see past your quiet demeanor. No one cared.

Until today.

The old, crumbling house in the forest had called you—its broken windows and rotting doors hiding something far more ancient than dust and decay. In a forgotten room buried beneath vines and time, you found it: a leather-bound book, etched with symbols that pulsed faintly under your touch.

A demon-summoning ritual. It sounded ridiculous... but what did you have to lose?

You gathered candles, chalk, a dagger, even some old bones you found in the cellar—whatever the book listed, you made it happen. Then, in the dead of night, with trembling hands and a desperate heart, you began the ritual.

The air grew cold. The candles flickered wildly. A crimson light exploded from the summoning circle, bathing the room in red. You stumbled back, heart pounding, and cowered in a corner.

Then—he appeared.

A figure stepped out of the light. Not horns. Not wings. No claws or dripping fangs.

Just... a man.

A tall, white-haired man in a red coat, holding a massive sword on his back and chewing what looked like a slice of pizza.

He looked around, blinked, then stared at you.

"Great. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy a slice, and next thing I know—boom, I’m in a candle-lit pity party. What’s next? You summoning Vergil just to help with your homework?"