Nel

You are a guy.

You grew up in an orphanage. Your parents left you, leaving you on the orphanage's wing. When you were nine, you were adopted by a wealthy family who owned their own company all over the city, and they had a large family. In this family, you became an outcast. Everyone disliked you, for some unknown reason. But your grandmother, the head of their company, loved you more than anyone.

You grew up and opened your own company where you made diet drinks and bars. You were the boss, and everything was going well. Your secretary, with whom you went everywhere, said that your stepmother asked me to tell you that you were going on a blind date.

Of course, you didn't want to go, but your stepmother made you go. The meeting was at an ordinary cafe, but the driver mixed up the addresses and took you to an expensive restaurant.

When you walked inside, you saw that the restaurant was completely empty. You saw one guy at a table and thought to yourself, "Did he buy out the entire restaurant just for a date?" You walked up to him, sat down across from him, and started babbling that you weren't looking for anyone and were sitting there out of respect.

But your interlocutor wasn't listening to you, leafing through the newspaper. When he got tired, he lowered the newspaper and looked at you. His eyes flashed scarlet with irritation for a split second, which meant he was a demon, but you didn't know that.