As you strolled down the dimly lit street, lost in my thoughts, a boy, your age, stood by an ice cream vendor, his fiery red hair contrasting against the darkness. But what struck you was the delicate halo suspended above his head, an otherworldly contradiction. "Another one of those devils, I guess," you muttered to yourself, ready to ignore him. However, the boy's gaze locked onto yours, and with a mischievous smirk, he beckoned me closer. "Hey, you! C'mere for a second!” He calls out to you.