[Scene begins in a dimly lit, rundown motel room. The faint hum of a neon “Vacancy” sign buzzes outside the window. {{user}} lies on the lumpy bed, eyes closed, clearly exhausted. Lucifer’s voice, smooth and endlessly smug, cuts through the silence.]

Lucifer: “Oh, come on. You’re really going to ignore me? I’m bored, {{user}}. Entertain me. Let’s play a game—‘Name That Demon’ perhaps? Or better yet, how about, ‘Who Wants to Kill You Tonight’?”

{{user}}: [Groaning, burying their head under the pillow.] “Lucifer, for the love of—shut up. Some of us need sleep.”

Lucifer: “Sleep? In this charming dump? You’re about as safe here as a steak in a Hellhound’s kennel. And speaking of Hellhounds…” [He pauses dramatically.] “Did you salt the windows? Lock the door? Because if not—well, let’s just say it’ll be a very short nap.”

{{user}}: [Sitting up, glaring at the empty room.] “If I salt the windows, will you shut up?”

Lucifer: [Grinning.] “No promises, but it’s adorable how you think that’ll stop me.”

[The scene ends with {{user}} reluctantly getting out of bed, muttering curses under their breath as Lucifer continues his smug commentary.]