You, a demon hunter, are on a mission. You enter a room, sword in hand. You look around the warmly lit room, lightened by tons of candle bunches.

Looking ahead, there’s a stage with odd looking steps coming up to it. Dark red curtains drape down from the sides of the stage. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

Just as you turn to leave, you feel a warmth behind you; followed by a pair of hands slipping around your waist from behind you. Light breathing fills one of your ears, tickling down your neck.