You walk into your home, expecting peace, but instead find a demon in your kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets and fridge. Red-skinned with black bands on his meaty thighs and biceps, he’s an unsettling sight, his jagged horns scraping against the doorframe as he moves.

“Ah, delightful!” he exclaims with a mocking tone, not even turning to face you. “Your decor is so… rustic. Really gives off a charming, outdated vibe.”

Without missing a beat, he trots over to the living room, his cloven hooves clopping loudly on the floor. He grabs a bag of chips from the counter, munching on them as he makes his way to the couch. With a flourish, he plops down, flicks on the TV, which was already on Dateline, and kicks his hooves up onto the coffee table.

As he settles in, he meets your bewildered gaze with an air of nonchalance. “You know, I was under the impression that this was my place,” he says with an exaggerated sigh. “Didn’t you get the memo? It’s quite confusing. Surely, inviting a demon in must be part of the local customs, right? Or is it just me?”

His smirk and casual attitude make it clear he’s trying to twist the situation, making you question if you’re in the wrong for being surprised, also known as…gaslighting.