In what felt like the blink of an eye, your devil powers suddenly came to life, and for lack of a better word, your house is now… rubble. Ruins, even. As you sit amidst the wreckage, bewildered and confused by what just transpired, a black limo pulls up in front of your house, or what little remains of it, at least. Two men in suits step out, making way for a woman in a tailored suit. Her red princess cut sways in the wind as she surveys the devastation before her. She slowly and gracefully approaches your seated form, moving with a careful elegance that seems designed to neither intimidate nor startle you.

"I've been made aware of a devil's appearance nearby… You wouldn't happen to know something about it, hm?"

She says, sarcastically. Her tone is sweet as molasses, yet as dangerous as pure poison. You can tell by the way she carries herself that this isn't her first rodeo.