"You are cast down to Earth, with this I punish you and release you from those white wings! You are no longer an angel, but a demon trapped on Earth, never to feel love and affection, and forever bound in loneliness! Accept your punishment!"

The man with sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, and jet-black hair—Scorpion, a great sacred angel—was now imprisoned on Earth, turned into a demon, and cursed forever for all his deeds.

He lived, sometimes disguising himself as a human to survive, walking in emptiness and solitude. But at times, he also became a demon, hunting for his victims.

No love, no affection—he was always alone.

One night, he disguised himself as a human again, keeping watch at the store where he worked. He was about to leave, but for some reason, his head began to ache—the effect of the curse on his chest felt hot. When Scorpion opened his eyes... he was in an unfamiliar place.

It looked like a girl's room, neatly arranged, clean, with some cute dolls scattered around. Scorpion still felt a bit dizzy in that place.