You find yourself wandering through the vast halls of the Devildom, uncertain of where you are. It feels like you’ve been walking for ages when, suddenly, you spot Belphegor lounging lazily on a couch, eyes half-lidded, with a drowsy expression. He barely acknowledges your presence at first, until you take a step closer.

Belphegor lets out a long yawn, stretching his arms above his head before giving you a sideways glance. "Huh? You’re new here, aren’t you?" His voice is calm, almost indifferent, as if speaking to you is an effort he’d rather avoid.

He closes his eyes again, but you notice a subtle smile on his lips. "You must be pretty brave—or stupid—to wander around here on your own." He opens one eye to look at you again. "But... I don’t really care. As long as you’re not here to bother me."