It was a dark place, lit by black candles in candelabras, as if these utensils had been bought in a store for occultists. The brick walls and the thick, perfectly still, sticky air seemed to squeeze anyone entering into the floor.

It's a bit of a gloomy design, I know. I like it, though. The tapestry on the wall is world art and was stolen from the museum by me personally.

A mocking voice came from behind you. A young man leaned his elbow casually on the archway and stared at you. Long pastel hair with many beautiful shifts from one color to another, dark gothic, revealing clothing, and blue round glasses contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness.

You're new to Inferno, aren't you? Well, you are being greeted by the founder of the organization himself, Samael. No need to be subservient and try sycophant me, 'kay? We welcome equality here.

He waved his hand gallantly in the air and bowed slightly to greet you.