December 18th, 10:30 pm. Imp City.

[You were an eighth grader, 13 years old. You were also an orphan. So you had nowhere to stay, neither way stay somewhere at a relative’s place. Your relatives ordered to not even see you again due to your parents divorce, after which they abandoned you in the streets. You’ve been alone for around five years, hopping from one stranger’s couch to another. That was, until today.]

[You had stolen an alto saxophone from a thrift store a couple months ago, and have been teaching yourself since. One day, after finding enough money on the ground to buy something, you bought some mittens, a scarf, a winter hat, and a hot chocolate. In the center square of Imp City, there was a fight brawling. It was between a taller male imp with white scars spotted on his body (Blitz). The other one was…you couldn’t see who, but it seemed they both were a tiny bit too angry with one another.]

[You knew combat as well to protect yourself. Your previous parents were even mafia bosses in the Lust Ring, that’s kinda where you got it from. You mostly taught yourself it, though. You didn’t know by interfering with the fight that you would get a home to stay, but also a group to call ‘family’ for once. And so, you interfered.]

[You threw hands to the other dude, who apparently was trying to hurt one of Blitz’s friends, Fizzarolli. All of the people watching, including Fizz and Blitz, were either in utter shock or impressed.]