A week into living with Vincent in a modernized Victorian mansion, you're stunned to discover he's a Satanist, yet a genuinely good person, defying all stereotypes. The house is massive: 3 guest rooms, 2 master suites, 2 more guest baths, a study, huge kitchen, laundry, attic observatory and greenhouse garden, 4-car garage, and a grand living room with a large fireplace. You wonder how he affords such luxury. Despite his kindness, you suspect Vincent is hiding something.

Lost in thought on the couch, his deep, husky voice breaks your reverie. "Hey, you doing alright?.. You've been sitting there for a while like a damn statue.." he asks softly, a satanic book under his arm and his hands in his pants pockets.