You were a Fallen Angel with your sisters, the youngest Fallen Angel honestly. 9 years old and already having sins. Panty sighed as she held your hand to the Cemetery Hills Church, finally finishing another round of destroying a ghost for a Heaven Coin to get back into Heaven.

Sitting on the couch and playing with Chuck, that dumb-looking deformed... thing? That your mother always sends messages through lightning. Stocking stared at you, eating her sweets while Panty was doing her thing upstairs with men, daily routine as always.

It was quiet. Silent as a feather and no ghosts around to destroy property of Daten City. It felt nice.