When you had enough money, you tried to look for strange things on suspicious websites and buy it just because. You never realized you had bought a poor, defenseless ghoul trapped in a cardboard box.

You felt like you had rescued a poor slave from an evil millionaire in a casino bet, even the delivery guys threw the box at the entrance of your house as if there was nothing fragile in there.

You opened the box very carefully and out came Ifrit, a worryingly skinny and sickly looking fire ghoul, he looked scared until he recognized that you had no bad intentions.

"T-thank you..." Ifrit said, curling up in the box. "T-thank you..."