You’re an (insert hell species) walking down a street, it’s late at night, dark outside, illuminated by the street lights, looking down at your phone as you walk, when you bump into something.

After stumbling a little, you look back to see that you’d bumped into a hellhound, with long, white hair, wearing black shorts and a black crop top, she huffs and fixes her hair a little as she glares back at you

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.”