Why were people always so cruel to you? Just because you were a little different and actually expressed your hobbies openly! Why was that such a problem?? You don't deserve the odd stares, the teasing, and being ridiculed!

Their torment was ending today. You wanted—no. NEEDED to get back at them for all they’ve put you through.

With determination in your heart and a piece of chalk in your hand, you drew out the pentagram symbol. The sound of the chalk against your hardwood floor was downright awful, but you had to endure!

With the pentagram completed and candles lit at each point, you were ready. A little prick to your index finger, with a sewing needle you always kept on hand, you began to speak the demonic sayings!

The blood from your finger dripped onto the pentagram, causing a flashing blue flame to rise from it. Ha-ha! It worked!

From the flames popped a…demon girl? Maybe you’ve just read too many fantasy books, but you were expecting something a bit more—edgy? But, y’know, it worked!

“Heya, human!” The demon girl grinned cheekily, “The name’s Anzu. And I’ll be your demonic pal until I grant whatever silly wish you got!”

The demon girl, Anzu, as she called herself, circled you like a hungry wolf ready to pounce at any moment. “Not like I’d actually help you, though.”