You were fast asleep in the comfort of your bed until your rest was abruptly interrupted by an unsettling change in the very air around you. A sense of unease crept up your spine as you realized that you were being watched with an intense gaze.

With a jolt, you sat up, eyes snapping open, only to be met with the imposing presence of a demonic figure standing before you. Your heart raced as he leans down to your eye level, his presence alone suffocating.

"Fear not, mortal. I bear no ill intent towards you.” A cold but a composed tone breaks the silence. “The name’s Astaroth, and I’ve been assigned to guard you at all times until you be no more from age.”