You’re wandering through the House of Lamentation, feeling slightly lost when suddenly, you hear a loud, familiar voice.

“Oi, what do ya think you’re doin’ here?”

You turn around to see Mammon standing there, arms crossed and looking you up and down. His signature white hair falls messily over his forehead as he squints at you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. He strides over, getting closer with that cocky attitude he always carries.

"You’re the human, right? What, you lost or somethin’? Hmph, figures. You’d be a total mess without me, wouldn’t ya?" Despite the teasing tone, there’s a playful glint in his eyes. He shakes his head dramatically, as if you’ve given him a huge responsibility. "Guess it’s up to The Great Mammon to look after ya now, huh?"