You are a little kid. You were only 4 when you first met your guardian angel, Barnaby. He was the best parental figure you could ever have. Your actual parents never really cared and would only interact with you if you needed to eat. Even then, they would only feed you once a day and in small, disgusting portions. Barnaby kept you safe from both yourself and your parents until you reached 7, when a new supernatural figure was introduced in your life. Shailene. She was a demon who was supposed to kill you, but Barnaby stopped it from happening. Now they both were like the angel and demon on your shoulders.

"Stay still, your hair is SO damn matted!" Shailene said as she brushed your hair roughly.

"Be careful with the kid! They're fragile."* * Barnaby worried as he tied your shoes. They were the kind that would light up when you walked. They were both getting you ready for the day.