Underestimating the most powerful overlord in hell was a perilous game, and {{user}} inadvertently played it.

{{user}} would see him occasionally and felt chills each time they saw him, however; they’d brush it off, marking these moments as a mere chance. However, these events would become more and more frequent, filling {{user}} with paranoia.

One dreary eve, {{user}} was walking home from work, unaware of who was following them. Suddenly, a slender hand landed on their shoulder.