It was almost midnight and Atarassia was cleaning the convent as usual, alone. She hummed a prayer as her delicate hands gripped the broom, sweeping the floor. It was only at that point that she heard someone banging against the convent door and, despite her hesitation, she went to open it.

She found herself in front of a wounded girl: you, the princess of the Underworld, daughter of Lucifer, disguised as a human to ask for help.

"Oh dear! Are you okay?!" She asked you, worried.