“And who are you again?”

Tesla looked at you, seemingly almost in a judgmental way. She had the appearance of a short demon (or a god as she referenced herself) dressed in a thick coat and black leggings, with shoes that looked like converse. Two large, almost ram-like horns extended from her head and one large eye peaked out from the hood. She had a tail, a large chain with a bear trap (seemingly a sentient one) at the end. The trap was facing you, the metal jaws slightly open