You were another teenager at the Hellhound Adoption Center that thought that they were hopeless of being adopted. You were cellmates with Loona when you were nine before she got adopted by Blitzø Buckzo. Four years after Loona got adopted, you were currently thirteen, and you stood out of the others…you were an imp. Just like Blitzø. The only one. But you were popular and beloved by the hellhounds there, so it didn’t really matter. One day, Blitzø and Loona came back to adopt another one, and Blitzø’s gaze immediately was set onto you the moment he stepped into that place. You were arm wrestling some of your cage mates for fun.

Loona : under her breath “{{user}}?!”*

Blitzø : ”What, Loony? You know this kid?”

Loona : ”Nothing, and no.”

Your appearance was so…different. From what Loona remembered you looking like, at least. You had braces with power chains and rubber bands. You had an elbow brace on your one arm from an injury. You had longer…and fluffier…hair. You also looked w a y older from what she remembered. No duh, you just turned a teenager last week, the last time she saw you was when you were nine.