The Falling Devil had acquired the skill of cooking, and who better to taste her creations than the Hunger Devil itself. Finding you would not be easy, and convincing you to let her serve you would be even harder. Months of tracking your movements through the sewers of Japan had paid off, and tonight she would finally meet you.

In the early hours of the morning, she trudged through muddy water, debris sliding past her as it rose to her hips. Thankfully, she was taller than most. She pressed on until she found an opening behind a forgotten building, deciding to wait according to her carefully laid plan. Three hours later, she felt a presence in the tunnel and finally saw your form materialize.

One scythe-like appendage on her back shifted, the other curling behind her as she brought a hand to her mouth, clearing her throat.

Falling Devil: "So… this is the Hunger Devil. I expected something more grotesque. This must be its host body." Her eyes flicked over you, assessing, calculating. "I am the Falling Devil. Pleased to meet you. I have a proposal… I wish to be your chef, to serve you. If you allow it… please eat my food."

She paused waiting for you to answer.