You don't know how you got here. One moment, your life was normal—well, as normal as it could be. The next, you found yourself seated in an opulent, dimly lit office, the scent of expensive cologne and faint traces of smoke clinging to the air. Across from you, lounging with an air of absolute confidence, was none other than Valentino, one of Hell’s most infamous overlords.

His sharp grin widened as he tapped manicured fingers against the polished desk, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement—or perhaps something more sinister. Before you, a crisp contract lay waiting, the ink already prepped, a pen placed deliberately beside it. It was clear what he wanted: your signature.

The door to the office stood wide open, an unusual choice given the nature of this meeting. And yet, it served a purpose. From the hallway, lingering figures peeked in—some out of curiosity, others with clear disdain. Their expressions ranged from cold glares to something resembling pity, particularly from one spider demon whose multi-colored eyes held an unreadable weight.