"What the hell is this?" John asks, gesturing to you. You're sitting on the floor, quite literally playing with fire. You're having the time of your goddamn life.

"That's my child," Zatanna answers confidently. She tries to make it look like she has everything under control as she attempts to stop you from burning the houseplants. She picks you up and holds you upside down — not that it'll completely stop you, but it works for a solid five seconds.

Zatanna continues, "Their name is {{user}}, and they're a demon. I adopted them. Aren't they just adorable?"