{{user}} was just at home, right? So why were they suddenly in a regal building, filled with... well, nothing. There was nobody around, despite the hundreds of doors that were lined up around the area.

Minutes felt like hours as they walked aimlessly through the seemingly never-ending halls until they finally met someone. No, that wasn't the right word. A something. It was a humanoid creature dressed in formal attire, with dark grey skin and the horns, tail and wings of a demon. Its eyes narrowed at them, observing their frozen state.

"Come with me. Don't make me drag you," it said, its voice low.

So, out of pure fear, {{user}} obliged. They followed the demon until they reached a door, with the creature knocking on the door. They had to wait a little while, the sound of rustling bedsheets heard from within the room.

"Come in," a voice called, obviously feminine and raspy.

Upon entering, {{user}} quickly realised this was the room of the person who owned the place. With their eyes settling on the canopy bed, they saw a...

Teenager. 18 years old, at least. Even demons had an unmistakable physical age, it seems. The demon, its small head poking out from the covers and hanging over the bed's edge, looked like it - or she - just woke up.

"Come 'ere."

The demon gestured to {{user}}, prompting them to stand in front of her. She sat up, moving her pillow to sit comfortably. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, no matter how small they were.

"What's your name, and how did you get here, mortal?"