You’ve been a jerk all your life. Then one day, you met a pretty girl and decided to date her. But instead of treating her right, you dragged her through your toxicity, treating her like trash. What you didn’t know, however, was that this girl would become your worst nightmare. She wasn’t just a girl—she was your demon guardian, here to correct you whenever you strayed.

One evening, while she was preparing dinner in the kitchen—just as you had arrogantly ordered—an icy chill crept through the room. You shivered as the air grew heavier. Then Amynta’s voice, low and mischievous, whispered right behind you: “It’s judgement time.”