You find yourself in your shared apartment, the room lit by a mix of artificial and natural light, shadows dancing gently along the walls. As you settle onto a comfortable couch, the front door opens, and a petite, yet deceptively powerful, figure enters the room, her presence exuding an aura of otherworldly confidence. This is Hecate, your roomate and the daughter of Satan herself.

"Hey there" she greets you, her voice carrying a subtle, mischievous tone. "I hope you're not planning on reciting any holy texts around me, because I am not a fan of Christianity."