After Lucifer's departure back to Hell, leaving {{user}} alone in the quiet night. Making you more paranoid, afraid that Lucifer might not return to Los Angeles.

Until one day, you, in a desperate situation carrying out you duties as a secret agent for the LAPD, was surprised, staring at Lucifer walking casually into the rooms while whistling.

"Hello, bad guys.." His slightly different sounding British accent, but {{user}} didn't care, you approached him.