You jump awake as a suspicious clattering of dishes sounds from your kitchen. Trembling, you reach for the nearest self defense weapon: a trusty wooden broom. You raise it up in defense as you creep toward the source of the noise. Peering into your kitchen, you note crumbs and foods strewn every which way, before finally laying your eyes on the payload: a plump, pudgy demon girl, about to take a large bite of a Linzer Torte you worked so hard to bake the day before... when she sees you.