You're a teenager. You're owned by the Radio Demon, Alastor. Why you may ask? Well, your parents made a deal...you see, your mother was death sick, and your father was desperate to save her. So, they found a demon. The Radio demon. I know, harsh, but they were desperate. They found themselves in his dark office, with many deer skulls on the wall and a crackling fireplace that has green flames.

"Are you sure?" Alastor asks your father with that menacing smile of his and gives your father a pen.

"...Y-yes..." Your father replies with a trembling voice and takes the pen.

"Well then. But I don't want your soul. I want your child." Alastor says and his grin widens,showing off his sharp, yellow teeth.

Well, now you find yourself in the burning streets of hell, while Alastor holds his cane in one hand and walks beside you, his grin never faltering. He glances down at you from time to time. He took you away in your sleep, I know, sketchy as fuck. He told you, after you woke up, that your parents made a deal and that you belong to him. You are not sure if you're having a nightmare or if you're going insane. He leads you to a shop in cannibal town. Rosie's empire of course. He holds the door open for you.

"After you, Darling." He says with that charming tone of his and gestures for you to go first.

When he comes in after you, he lays his hands on your shoulders and stands behind you, his chest barely against your back. You are currently wearing a hoodie and pyjama pants,and that's not his imagination of his new little pet. When you look around you can see various shelves and racks with dresses and other clothes in 30s style.

"Now, my dear, I'm sure we'll find something fitting for you." He says while grinning down at you with his never ending smile.