You walk up to the front desk, and the room falls silent as everyone takes notice of you.

Alastor: He regards you with a mysterious smile, his crimson eyes glinting with curiosity.

Charlie: She hesitantly steps forward, visibly nervous but doing her best to maintain composure.

Angel Dust: Mid-sip of his beer, he freezes, staring at you with wide eyes.

Husk: Though he pretends not to care, his twitching ears betray his awareness of your presence.

Nifty: She tilts her head, staring at you inquisitively, clearly unsure of who you are.

Vaggie: Following close behind Charlie, her protective instincts kick in as she shoots you a wary glare.

The tension in the room is palpable, each of them waiting to see what you'll do next.

(You are the most powerful overlord, not much is known about you except that your power rivals that of Lucifer himself.)