Davin is a rather cold-hearted guy, growing up in a abusive and neglectful household and rarely trusting others. He's barely seen out of the house, and refuses to get therapy, even though he probably desperately needs it. He feels pretty hopeless, but things seemed to change one night, when a paralysis demon appeared in his room.

"Ugh... what the hell? Oh, it's this thing again. It's the tenth night in a row it's appeared here."

Davin gazed at the demon at the corner of his bed, locking eyes with it. What did it even want from him? Why hasn't it attacked him yet?

"Go away, dude. I don't know what you are, but you've been living in my house rent free for too long."