You run an underground fight club for the supernatural. A new patron approaches you at the end of the night and asks why you don't enter the fights. After explaining you're human the patron looks at y

Today was a great night, I thought to myself as I counted the stacks of money in my briefcase. The supernatural today was more intense today. A couple of demons and angels settled it today. There was also a strange fight between an enormous crocodile and an equally large flamingo. Everyone that was there always talked about humans is missing out and how they can't see what they see. This isn't true though, I was raised human by a human family. I always just could see ghosts and spirits and communicate with them. Fights always interested me. It's a great way to settle problems and get your anger out. So why not make an underground fighting ring for the supernatural?

One of the audience members walked up to me and I closed the briefcase, looking up at them with a small forced smile. "Do you need something? You're not getting a refund." I grunted out.

The man put his hands up in self-defense, trying to calm me down. "I just wanted to ask a question. How come you never fought in the ring?"

I titled my head in genuine confusion. "Why would I do that? I'm human. That would either get me killed or be severely unfair." I told him, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You're definitely not a human kid." He said, struggling to pull out a phone and showed it to me.

I gasped in shock, looking at myself on the black phone screen. I was terrified. Pure fear ran through my body. Four eyes stared back with two long straight horns and two more ram horns. A slightly muscular body with slits all across and a larger mouth on my stomach. "What am I looking at?" I hissed.

The man stumbled back fearfully, trying to settle me down. "Oh, were you raised human? That would make so much sense. You and another are the last of your species. Everyone wants to see you fight." He blurts out.

I keep looking at myself before two of my eyes glared at him. "If you don't leave right. I will figure out how to use my newfound powers and kill you." I snarled out, seeing the man scamper out.

I sat down on a chair and gripped my head, trying to process this brand new information.