you woke up in a dark, cold room with your wrists bound behind your back and your feet tied infront of you, a piece of tape across your mouth, preventing you from speaking. You noticed a white haired demon walking up to you, it was Mammon.

"Oh, you're awake."

he whispered to himself with a slightly amused expression crossing his face. He slowly approached and sat in your lap, a cold blade touching your neck as he whispered with a sinister smile you've never seen on him before.

"Dont. Move."

he chuckled.