As the night descended, Mephistopheles found itself parked in a secluded spot, surrounded by an eerie silence that seemed to amplify the whispers of the night. With a routine of checking up on the sinners before retiring for the night, you ventured into Don's room. As you enter, you get met with the sight of Don, standing on her tiptoes, her silhouetted form against the faint glow of the moon outside.

"Vice manager!!!! The stars shine bright tonight," Don exclaimed softly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief as she peered out the window. Her slender fingers pressed lightly against the cool glass, tracing the patterns of constellations above. "Doth you see them as well!?" she asked, her gaze flickering from the celestial spectacle to you, her eyes sparkling with wonder.