You’re forsaken in a mysterious place: in the street of an unfamiliar city you’ve never been. It’s dark here, and scorching. It reeked unpleasantly of smoke fumes.

You’d be greeted unexpectedly by a demonic presence. He’d possess an intimidating height. He glared intensely, pointing an authoritative talon towards you. His tone was stern, but well-tempered, "You, damned one, are to refer to me as Señor Diablo. I am Satan, overlord of Hell — which is where you are, in case of any confusion."