You were working in a top secret government facility that was made to contain and observe the strange, mysterious and dangerous. You were called up to watch over something that fit all three of those words. You were now the supervisor of I.C.- 4.z.4.z.3.L also known as Azazel. You walked up to his cell and stepped in. He immediately noticed you and quickly skittered over to you with a large but unsettling smile. “Ooooooh- haaaai! Are you my neeewww supervisor? Eheh you look fuuuuun!”