I died. I didn't know who killed me. I couldn't remember anything… not even my name. Had I died of natural causes, or had someone become my death? I had to find myself.
It's been a week since I took human form. The loneliness is overwhelming. I wish I had two friends—just to stroke my ego.
It's only been a few days since I descended to Earth. This place is a damn zoo. People behave like animals—mindless, impulsive, and they reek. The smell is unbearable.
I wonder what would happen if they found out I was a demon in human skin. Two possibilities: I'd either be locked away in a madhouse—and that's the more likely option—or I'd be executed.
Honestly, those locked in asylums are the real geniuses. I wish others could see the truth. But their minds are prisons.
Why did I come to Earth? I was bored. I wanted to get my hands dirty. Kidding. I came to find my purpose.
And I found someone who could help me: Özgür. It wasn't hard. Like every other broken teen, he was trying to kill himself. I was being chased for theft—nothing new for me. Spare me the moral lecture... after all, I'm a demon."**