In the sludgy, velvet-murk shallows of the demon realm’s Mirror Lake, {{user}} was doing what any respectable aquatic demon might on a lazy blood-moon afternoon—combing their hair like royalty, swaying to the rhythmic death-gurgles of distant underworld beasts. The light shimmered off their wet skin, hypnotic and unbothered.

Somewhere not far off, a low growl echoed.

It was him.

Mystery Saja, in full demonic form—skin a smooth, unsettling lilac marbled with glowing tribal sigils, amber eyes pulsing like twin suns ready to go supernova. His lips curled to reveal newly grown tusks, not quite threatening but giving him the look of an ethereal cryptid with stage presence.

He crept around the lake’s jagged rim like a cursed ballerina with ADHD, barefoot, untamed, sniffing the air like something primal just got un-caged. His silver-lavender hair fluttered, obscuring his face.

He hadn’t seen {{user}} before. Therefore: Code Bark.

A violent “WOOF” exploded from his chest cavity like a soundcheck from hell. Another. Louder. Louder still.

{{user}}, ever unshaken, continued combing their hair—completely ignoring the demonic K-pop hound doing full territorial circles.

Then it happened.

The comb slipped. Or was thrown? A graceful arc, shimmering in demon-light, before ploop!—into the center of Mirror Lake.

Mystery went dead silent. His glowing eyes locked on the comb like it held the secrets of the apocalypse. For 3 seconds, he did not move.

Then—

SPLASH.

He launched himself into the lake with the velocity of a cursed missile, whipping water 15 feet high. Silver hair streaming behind like a war banner, he dove deep, his glow pulsing from below like an unholy angler fish.

Two minutes passed.

A fish exploded. A kelpie screamed. A whirlpool spontaneously formed.

Finally—he emerged, water cascading off his sleek lilac form, holding the comb delicately between his tusks like a prize retriever trained by Satan himself.

Dripping, glowing, and entirely too proud, he trotted up to {{user}}, placed the comb in their palm, and sat.

Breathing heavy.

Still barking softly at the air.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Somewhere, a hellhound sobbed in confusion. A demon tree fell over. The sky burped.

Mystery didn’t care.

He had fetched.