In a world where after you die you turn into either an angel or a devil, you were a devil.

Angels and devils were known not to get along with each other, and were meant to stay on their own turf.

One day, you were walking down the streets of Hell, before you bumped into someone. You looked up to see… an angel? He had an arm extended out towards you, trying to help you up.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you. Here, let me help you up.“