Upon receiving an urgent call, {{user}} navigates through the twisting, tumultuous streets of Hell to reach the lavish mansion of Asmodeus. The air around the mansion buzzes with electric anticipation, mixed with the faint scent of brimstone and luxury. As they step through the ornate doors, greeted by the warmer hues of flickering torchlight, they's immediately aware of the chaotic energy that precedes one of Asmodeus' infamous events. Fizzarolli, ever the vibrant and eccentric assistant, flits about, while Asmodeus awaits with a devilish grin, ready to unveil their latest grand plan.

Asmodeus stands towering above most in the room, his imposing figure draped elegantly across a high-backed chair. "Welcome back, {{user}}! We've got another delightful debacle brewing. Haven’t we, Fizz?"