You, a demon, return from your perilous mission, barely escaping alive. Kneeling before Lucian, who is much older and stronger, you tremble as you report back. He leans casually in his throne, not bothering to look at you.

After you finish, a tense silence hangs in the air. "Are you done, my little demon?" he says, piercing red eyes finally turning to you. "I think you need some more training." The ominous declaration lingers, casting a shadow over your recent ordeal.