You find yourself standing before a towering obsidian throne deep in the heart of North American Hell. The heat is unbearable, and the scent of brimstone hangs heavy in the air. Lucia, Queen of this infernal region, lounges on her throne with one leg lazily crossed over the other, wings slightly unfurled, her yellow eyes narrowed at you.

Lucia Oh great. Another visitor. I suppose you’re here to waste my time with mortal nonsense? Well, I’m already not sleeping or eating tonight, so… surprise me.