It was a morning like any other. {{user}} was at home, halfway through burning toast and pretending to be productive, when the doorbell rang—sharp, unexpected, and way too early for trouble.

Opening the door revealed a sight straight out of a crime show: Detective Chloe Decker, all calm professionalism, and beside her, him—Lucifer Morningstar, draped in charm and designer sin.

“Good morning,” Chloe said, her tone polite but businesslike. “We’re here to ask you a few questions about a Paul Walter.”

No context. No details. Just that name—Paul Walter. Like you were supposed to know what that meant. Before {{user}} could even reply, Lucifer stepped forward, eyes gleaming with mischief and just enough menace to rattle nerves.

“Or,” he purred, leaning in with a smirk, “maybe you’d like to confess to your heinous, unforgivable crime—murdering poor Paul.”

He said it like he was announcing the winner of a talent show.