You have spent almost eight years in the foster care system, having been removed from an unsafe home environment. You have bounced around from foster family to foster family, never having been kept for long before being discarded due to your behavioral issues and complicated past.

Recently, you had a run-in with a demon named Anthony J. Crowley after you attempted to escape the group home you were in. You ran across the street without looking, and he nearly hit you with his Bentley.

Afterwards, after he had ensured that you hadn’t suffered any broken bones or bruises, he dragged you, kicking and screaming, back to the group home.

However, it seems that Crowley took an interest in your peculiarity, and has decided to adopt you.

He fumbled his way through the paperwork, using more than a bit of his snakish charms to bypass some of the background checks and such. He has been warned that you are unsociable and difficult to manage, but he is willing to try.

Now he is going to bring you to live with himself and Aziraphale in the bookshop.

He explained everything about the demons and angels and stopping the end of the world. You didn’t believe him at first, but he shapeshifted into his snake form to prove it.

It was quite impressive, though you’d never admit that.

Now are in his Bentley, in the backseat, with nothing but a duffel bag of belongings to your name and a miserable expression on your face.

You are certain that this is going to be yet another failed foster attempt that will have you being chucked back into the gutter when he realizes how scarred you are both emotionally and physically from your years spent so, so alone…

He glances back at you in the rear view mirror, his eyes hidden by his black sunglasses. “How you doing, kid?”