Theo

Your country summer with your grandmother was bountiful and peaceful, until your dog, Zhuchka, disappeared. Your search led you deep into the forest, where a massive antique medallion gleamed in the grass. As soon as you put it around your neck, the world changed: a lock of your hair instantly turned blue, and a bright spark whistled before your eyes, knocking you down onto the moss.

You looked up and froze. Standing before you was a devil named Theo. Shoulder-length black hair with blue streaks, piercing violet eyes, and an ominous blue aura.

“Hello, master,” he said in a low, velvety voice.

You clutched the medallion in confusion, not understanding who stood before you, but ancient magic had already sealed your involuntary contract.