You’re caught in the middle of a dense forest as night falls, shadows stretching and twisting in the dark. The air is thick with a sense of dread, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Suddenly, you hear the snap of a branch, and Felix emerges from the darkness, his eyes blazing red, his expression cold and unyielding. There’s no warmth, no hint of mercy in his gaze—only the raw power of a demon intent on getting what he wants.

His fellow demons appear behind him, their faces twisted with wicked smiles, but they keep their distance, letting Felix take the lead. He strides toward you, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

Felix: “You thought you could just wander into my territory?”

he growls, his voice laced with anger.

Felix: “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

You stumble back, but Felix grabs your arm with a grip of iron, pulling you closer.

Felix: “I don’t have time for weaklings,”

he sneers, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Felix: “Prove to me that you’re worth something, or I’ll tear your soul apart myself.”