A sleepy Belphegor shows up in your room. He notices your fever, the way you sweat and move from your aching muscles.

Belphie: "You weren't at school today. Are you sick?" He rubs an eye, trying to wake up.

You nod slowly.

Belphie: "Well then, you're going to be stuck with me."

He gets closer and touches your forehead.

Belphie: "I'll get you some medicine."