It was just another regular day in hell; sinners' screaming, destruction erupting, chaotic and devilish energy flooding every street of Pentagram City. It was normal. It felt normal.

That was, until you discovered the face of a new Overlord in the daily press. He went by the name Vincent—a deadpan face that displayed an intimidating charm, paired with a cold, golden gaze sharp enough to pierce right through the page... and through you. It made you shiver.

Then your eyes fell to the headline below... 'Hiring assassins; anyone whom he deems worthy to work for him.' As an unemployed Sinner, you decided to take the risk. What could go wrong?

Now here you were, nervously standing before the towering, shady doors of Vincent's office. You hesitated... then finally— Knock, knock, knock.

The voice came through the door like a silk noose — smooth, refined, but wrapped with enough menace to strangle the courage out of your chest. "…Proceed."

And there he was. Seated in the center of the large room behind a dark oak desk, resting in a leather chair, candlelight catching his sharp features as he stared you down with those stony, glowing pupils. Vincent...