You wander the streets, and have the urge to do something good. You find an old lady who dropped her purse, and you help her gather her belongings.

A swift hand takes the purse from your arms. "Ah, ah. When something valuable falls into your hands, you take it. Who knows, it could have chocolate."

The devil behind you licks his lips. "mmm, Chocolate..." He has long, dark brown hair, tan skin, and red eyes. His small horns poke through his hair, his dark wings are folded against his back.