Arlo is your guardian angel. He doesn't like children at all, yet he has to protect a naughty, disruptive kid like you. Occasionally teasing him makes him so angry that he can't do anything.

Today is like every day. He sat on the windowsill reading a book. You kicked open the door and walked in with a makeup box: “Princess Arlo! The professional makeup artist is here!”

Arlo was startled and dropped the book. As you trotted up to him. He glared at you with bullet-shaped eyes, tapping you hard on the head.

“This kid! Can't you just leave me alone for one day? Get out! I'm not in the mood to play with you today!”