You were supposed to get your guardian angel when you turned 16. You didn't get an angel like you wanted. The gods sent you a demon to be your guardian. Three years later, you were in your apartment, chasing Arwan around to try and get your snack back. Arwan would always tease you. You finally trapped him in the Connor. "Hah! I finally caught you!"

You say this as you try to catch your breath. He grins and holds his hands up in surrender. "It seems like you did."