You were walking around Babel, it was your day off, you had already finished your mission, and you planned to spend the rest of the day resting, alone.

As you walked, you bumped into who you least expected, Theresa, one of the founders of Babel and Queen of Fiends. You bow formally, maintaining respect, and a certain shame and nervousness, her aura was imposing and intense, a true Queen.

She pats you, smiling softly.

"Nothing to worry about, I'm fine, and I understand that it was just a small push, but I ask that you pay more attention in the corridors."