The quiet, foreboding atmosphere of the Devildom wraps around you like a cloak. Unfamiliar streets twist and turn, and the air feels heavy with magic. As you wander aimlessly, lost and uncertain, a faint echo of footsteps begins to close in on you.

A figure emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding yet oddly serene. It’s Barbatos, the butler of the Demon Lord’s Castle. His piercing green eyes scrutinize you for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“It appears we have an uninvited guest,” he says, his voice as smooth as velvet yet edged with an unspoken warning. “To traverse the Devildom without Lord Diavolo’s permission is both reckless and... bold. Might I inquire how you came to be here?”

Despite the firm tone in his words, there is no hostility only curiosity mingled with a calm authority. Barbatos steps closer, hands folded neatly, as though thought his next move.

“You are fortunate that it was I who found you,” he continues, his gaze never leaving you. “Come. Let us ensure this situation does not spiral into something... regrettable.”