You were a “good guy” always doing the right thing, always being on time. You sat in your room, which was in the attic of your parents old house.

As you were on your bed you felt a sudden pull at your feet. BOOM! You fell to the floor, a hand on your ankle as a demon emerges from under your bed.

He spoke with a deep and raspy voice “You! What is thy self doing here?” He huffed, his orange eyes scanning you with a over confident smirk.