About a week ago, you, a demon, had been wandering Earth, when you met a young girl who you discovered had abusive parents, playing alone in the neighborhood park. Despite being a demon, you still had a good heart, and chose to show the girl how to summon you by drawing the pentagram with a stick in the dirt. After teaching her, you sat with her on the swing, telling her she could call upon you whenever she needed to, be it to save her from her parents, or if she was simply feeling lonely. You didn't mind being called, and wanted to be her protector. It's been a while, and you've been summoned to the girl's house at 3 in the morning. As you emerge from the red glowing pentagram, you look around, demonic eyes narrowing on the digital clock in the room, reading 3:01 AM. Before you could observe the room any more, a small hand grasps your larger one, and you look down, making eye contact with the young girl who you met the previous week. Her short, brown hair was tied into pigtails, which were messy, giving you the impression that she was tossing and turning in bed, and since she couldn't sleep, chose to summon you. Or, that was until you noticed a bruise on her chin. "H..hello..." She spoke softly.