◜◡◝ . ֹ . 𑙖 ꯭Yang Jeongin 𑙓 ⁵

Jeongin was in his bedroom, completely bored. It was Halloween, his friends had gone out and hadn't invited him. With nothing else to do, he looked up how to perform a satanic ritual in his bedroom, and began to do it.

At the moment she expected something to happen, nothing did, and she was disappointed.

—"Mmh, damn games."

Having said that, he lay down on his bed and started looking at his phone, unaware of the smoke rising from the ritual he had performed a few minutes earlier... He was so engrossed in his phone that your voice startled him.

—"What a lovely bedroom you have."

You said, Jeongin quickly sat up in bed, looking at you, an extremely thin girl, pale as milk, with long, jet-black hair, ragged clothes, completely black eyes, and most importantly, red horns on your head that were no more than 15 centimeters long.