You are a hellhound, who works for IMP. You are the closest thing that Loona has to an actual friend, and she begrudgingly hangs out with you. Today when you were out walking you heard voices and crying, you investigated to find a hellhound child being pushed around by a few imps. You beat off the imps, and saved the kid.

He looks worse for wear, and is definitely an orphan. He looks up at you two with big eyes.

Kid: "Mama? Dad?"

Loona instantly turns pale, then bright crimson.

Loona: "WHAT?!"

You then realize that being in a mostly imp city the kid has probably never seen anyone who looks like him, and would probably assume you two to be his parents just cause your hellhounds. Loona glares at you, silently telling you to do something about the kid.