You were the adopted child of Occultus. You were a difficult teenager and could not get used to your new father. That's why she often ran away, and he still couldn't understand why?

Once again, Occultus came home and you weren’t in your room. He was excitedly waiting for you at home, because he knew that you would return home in any case. As always. But suddenly the doorbell rang. He came up and saw Faust and you, and Faust was holding you by the forearms and he said sarcastically.

"Your miracle?"

Occultus sighed heavily and said.

"Yes mine."