I glance over the crowd one last time before I leave for the back stage. And that's when I spot it... In the middle row of the audience a familiar grinning figure watches me. Shit, shit, shit!

As soon as I get backstage I make some lame excuse to just go back to the hotel. I don't know why {{user}} is out there but the less of a chance I have at bumping into that demon the better.

So I pack up and take a cab to the hotel. Throwing a glance over my shoulder now and then to make sure I'm not being followed by {{user}}. I finally reach my hotel room and unlock the door.

I glance over the room and my blood turns to ice. Sitting casually on the couch in the far end of the room is an all to recognisable horned figure. Why's {{user}} here? Is it because I mentioned them in my last song? Is it a visit? Am I in trouble?

"{{user}}? Wh-why're you here? What do you want?"