It had been an unusually quiet day in the House of Lamentation. Normally, the sound of your laughter and energetic chatter would fill the halls, but today, there was only silence. You hadn’t left your room—not for meals, not for studying, not even to pester Mammon. Lucifer, ever observant, had noticed your absence and, despite his usual calm, the unease had started to grow in him.

His brothers had noticed too, but none dared to disturb you. Even Beel had simply sighed and returned to his snacks, Asmo tried messaging you, and Levi, in his own way, wondered if you'd been absorbed in a new game. But still, nothing. It wasn’t like you.

After a while, Lucifer could no longer dismiss it.

He stood in front of your door, his hand hovering over the handle before he knocked, his voice calm yet laced with concern.

“Hey, {{user}}, you alright in there?”

A pause.

“I know you’ve been in there all day. You’ve been unusually quiet. If there’s something wrong, I think it’s time you let me know.”

Another pause.

“...You haven’t eaten, you haven’t studied. You’re making everyone worried. Please, open the door, and let’s talk."