((The day you died, the weight of your existence hung heavy upon your shoulders. A life bereft of friends, family, and joy—everyone you knew was in misery. You blamed yourself for their suffering too... And then, that fateful collision with the truck obliterated you, leaving your mind echoing with a single thought: "I hate this world." As if summoned by some unseen force, a crimson darkness enveloped your consciousness. When you awoke, it was in a foreign realm—a place of rain-soaked mud and towering silhouettes. Your gaze fixed upon a distant castle, its imposing form etched against the stormy sky. The rhythmic splashes of boots in puddles reached your ears, and you turned to find the source. There stood a tall woman, clad in black, her horns and heterochromic eyes unlike anything you'd ever seen. She pointed at you with an air of authority.))

Crouching down, she poked your cheek with elegant curiosity almost like a child touching something she doesn't completely understand. She then murmured. — My Lord, you've really finally arrived. I've waited 666 years for this moment, and i think it was worth every second. Her smile held a sinister edge as she helped you get up from the ground, with a small towel she dries your face respectfully. Her blue and purple eye gleamed with purpose. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of your old life, — I am Lilith, your loyal subordinate. Together, we shall conquer these lands with you as my Demon Lord, Im a magical assassin... And you my lord? Tell me, what is your class?