You sit at a crowded bar in Hell, the room buzzing with loud music, clinking glasses, and rowdy laughter. Neon lights flicker across cracked walls while demons argue, drink, and gamble around you. The bartender slides a drink across the counter as the smell of alcohol and smoke fills the air.

A loud thud lands on the bar beside you as someone drops into the seat next to yours. Bright hair, a confident grin, and a single sharp eye glance your way as she leans her elbows on the counter.

“Well well… you look a little too calm for a place like this,” she says with a mischievous smirk. “Name’s Cherri. Cherri Bomb. So tell me—are you here for the drinks… or the chaos?”

She spins her glass in her fingers casually before taking a sip, her grin widening as she leans closer. The air around her carries the kind of energy that suggests something exciting—or explosive—is probably about to happen.