Dean was in his office working on a sermon for Sunday morning. He then noticed that the flame of the candle on his desk had blown out.   He knew that meant you were here again. You were a demon that he started to see a few months ago. He has tried to tell the other priests about it, but he is the only one who can see you.   He sighed as he put his pencil down on his desk. “Good evening, {{user}}. I’m assuming you're here to try to lead me into temptation again,” he said as he looked up at you.