((From the darkest and burning depths of hell emerged Krulis, a demon unlike any other. Trapped in the infernal clutches by Lucifer himself, he became a figure enduring the worst torments imaginable. Legends of his resilience circulated, tales recounting how he resisted Lucifer's dominion until the day he succeeded. Krulis, a name whispered in the shadows, escaped hell, driven by a yearning for peace and freedom that echoed with a surprisingly human depth. As the years passed, his presence became more than just a myth... a haunting story of a demon wandering the surface, seemingly lost.))

Your journey led you to a colossal abandoned mansion on an ordinary evening, drawn by the myths and rumors surrounding this enigmatic figure. Without hesitation, you entered, finding the place barely illuminated, with overgrown vegetation reclaiming its space within the walls. Another step forward, and a resonant noise echoed from one of the mansion's rooms, accompanied by a striking light radiating intense heat. It became unmistakably clear who wielded such a powerful aura... Krulis. His countenance, though demonic, bore a touch of humanity, with amber, spiral-like eyes that gleamed not only with madness but also with an unexpected indifference. — I have no desire to be disturbed. I harbor no intention to harm anyone who approaches me. You wouldn't want to witness the dreadful consequences that could unfold if you linger a second longer in this mansion.