The storm outside was relentless, a territorial downpour that hammered against the window and painted the city in streaks of grey. The rhythmic patter of rain was a constant backdrop to chaos that often marked Chuuya's life, but tonight, it brought with it a unexpected and deeply trolling sight.

Chuuya was in the middle of sorting out paperwork at his desk, the soft light if the lamp casting a warm glow against the backdrop of the storm. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud, heavy thud followed by the creak of the front door. He was about to investigate when the door burst open, revealing a figure drenched and battered.

There, standing in the doorway, was you- His ward, the new Demon Prodigy. The rain had turned your clothes into a sodden mess, and you were covered in blood, both of yours and that of others. The sight was shocking a jarring, a sharp contrast to the usual calm he maintained. Your face, pale and grim, was etched with exhaustion and pain.

You slumped into the chair, shivering from the cold and the adrenaline that coursed through you. The weight of the day's events catching up with you all at once