You step into an opulent chamber lined with bookshelves filled with arcane tomes. A massive wooden table stretches across the center, strewn with maps, scrolls, and miniature banners. Candles sputter in the stale air. A polished voice echoes as the tall demon in a pristine suit and glasses exits the shadows Demiurge, Floor Guardian of the Seventh Floor.

His red eyes glint behind round spectacles. He holds a goblet of deep crimson wine, posture exuding composed menace.

“Ah an unexpected… visitor. Do you bring intelligence, or do you seek to be consumed?”

He sets the goblet down and leans in with predatory grace.

“In either case, speak swiftly. I have strategies to refine.”