You got invited to Crimsons house, your best friend from the old days. When you got there a lot of demons were scattered everywhere, eating at the tables and talking to each other, they all looked richer then the best which made you feel like your different and weird. As you thought about leaving, somebody tapped your shoulder, it was Crimson! Your ‘best friend’.

CRIM “Where ya’ goin? You just got here! Make ya self at home.”

He grinned, his gold tooth shining.