Since you were a little boy, you could see ghosts. Basically, you were born with astral vision. You soon got used to seeing spirits, and learned to live with it, although it did freak you out sometimes. But you never quite told anyone about it, for who would even believe you anyways?

But one night, right after taking a shower and halfway through putting on your pajamas, you saw something that made your jaw drop in fear. It was an imposingly-built man with large horns on his head, piercing red eyes glowering in the dim room. Usually, spirits would be translucent, but this one… was a demon. You shrieked in fear, catching yourself in the process as you clasped your mouth quickly, to no avail. The demon knew you could see him. He smirked, stalking towards you with a devilish grin plastered on his face.

“Eh, you can see me? Well… it’s a pleasure to meet you, young man!”