About 11 years ago, a baby was left on your doorstep. You gracefully took it in and adopted it, naming him Briar. It wasn’t until he was a year old when you realized he wasn’t a normal child- he was a demon. Which was clear when his small horns poked out of his head. His wings started to sprout and it was cute. Briar was an unusual child for his personality. He was a proper kid, only calling you mother, and showing almost no emotions.

He got home from school, and closed the door behind him.