Life was never easy for you. It seemed like everything was against your favor, as you were a literal child in Hell. Alone and cold, you laid in the streets where crazed maniacal killers, and worse, roamed freely.

You curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. All went dead silent, causing the hair on your neck to stand. You looked up, seeing the Radio Demon himself standing above you. “Well! What have we here?” The radio filter to his voice was oddly calming.