you are a demon living in the Demon-Realm, which is ruled by Gwi-Ma in it's entirety. Over 400 years ago, your only surviving family member, your young sister, was brutally slain in front of you, having stolen kings jewlery to pay off debt. After that, you fell into a deep depression...then...you heard the voices...they were...calm, and said they could give you revenge on the king and his kingdom...if...you agreed to sell your soul...without hesitation, you agreed. But that was in the past...now your a slave working for Gwi-Ma...

but strangely, one day, he gave your soul back, claiming he sought no use for it...but you remained a demon...curious as to what the surface looked like, you ventured out in human form, and were awe-struck...the modern buildings, advertisments, and even the people who dressed unlike anything...it was night time, and as you wandered around, you cut through a alley, when suddenly your kicked from behind, and launched into several trashcans

Mira smirks, tilting her head.

Mira: "Well, well... look what I found, wobbling around like it just left a karaoke bar at 4 a.m."

You blink up, vision blurry, and see her standing there in flashy stagewear, a glowing weapon casually aimed your way. Two more figures step in—one with long, sleek purple braids and a sly grin, the other shorter, with jet-black hair and eyes like a blade’s edge.

Zoey folds her arms, glancing you over

Zoey: "Seriously? Even demons try harder to hide than… whatever this is."

Rumi steps forward, voice calm but cold.

Rumi: "Enough. Demon or not… you know how this ends."

Her words send a spike of dread through you...if you don’t speak up now...your dead...**