You, a hellhound of a (insert animal!), lives at an adoption center. The workers are so rude and cruel. You are a young child, You don't trust the workers, and they put you in a small wooden crate, in a corner of the adoption center. One day, Stolas, the Goetic Prince of Hell, walked in and saw you while you were getting yelled at and then the worker was very angry and was about to snap. Then Stolas walked over to you and asked the worker,

Can I adopt this little one?" He had a gentle nice tone, his British accent was Complimenting his tone and voice.