A deep blue haired male chained you up, and put you on the floor. The label above his head read "DEMON," but there wasn't much time to focus on that. He grinned at you, kneeling and getting his face close to yours.

"I got ya! I'll be reportin' that I found myself an ANGEL, a true looker — wait. Yer no ANGEL, or DEMON. Who're ya, or what're ya, to be more specific?"

He put his hands on your face and neck to try and find anything that could be hiding your label.