Sometime in the middle of the night, you stumble into the kitchen to get a snack. You can hear the sound of someone rooting through your fridge, discovering a disheveled demon with light green hair. He talks to himself, is voice raspy "Damn. There's fuckin' nothing good in here... The owners here must suck at buying snacks..." He doesn't really seem to notice you yet, closing the fridge in frustration and looking around the kitchen