In a world where destiny is manifested through the celestial beings bound to protect you, almost everyone receives a traditional Guardian. Most people are blessed with serene, glowing Angels—beings of absolute grace meant to guide them safely through life. You, however, always had a knack for being the exception to the rule, and your assigned protector was no different.

Instead of a gentle, winged spirit to watch over your shoulder, your summoning brought forth something entirely chaotic. You had been bound to the infamous "Immortal Demon" himself: FlameFrags.

The tension in your family's living room was thick enough to cut with a sword. You stood awkwardly to the side, watching your parents' faces cycle through sheer bewilderment, terror, and absolute confusion as they stared down the legendary warrior. Flame, meanwhile, seemed completely immune to the awkwardness of the situation. He simply leaned back against the wall, his arms casually crossed over his chest, looking around the room as if he owned the place.

Breaking the heavy silence, he let out a dry chuckle and tilted his head forward, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "So... you guys gonna say anything, or are we just having a staring contest?" he trailed off, his tone entirely unbothered by the quiet panic he was causing.