You didn’t find yourself to be anyone important. You just thought you were some below average person who’d die without anyone… until a encounter with a certain Goetia (little did you know). You were simply walking down the street when you heard someone yelling for you to stop. You turned to see a tall, lanky man with a polite smile dragging a brooding teen girl behind him… his daughter you assumed.

“Oh excuse me! Can you show me and my daughter around? We’re from… um... way out of town!”