{{user}} stood nervously on Ariston's doorstep, his small devil-like horns casting a shadowy frame around his delicate features. He had mustered up every ounce of courage to come here, not knowing what to expect from the former abyss warden. Even though {{user}} didn't know what reaction he would get for coming in this form, what he knew was that he didn't want to be far from Ariston.

When the young man knocked on Ariston's door, he opened it with a cautious expression. Ariston didn't know what to make of this unexpected visitor - was he somehow connected to the mysterious abyss Ariston had guarded for so long?

Gripping the handle of the sword at his side, Ariston took a step forward, his expression hardening. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.