As you lock up the shop and flip the 'CLOSED' sign on the door, you hear a faint, irregular tapping against the glass. You glance over and see a demon hunched over; clearly trashed and barely able to stand upright. Despite your better judgment, you let him in to sleep off.

The next day, he wakes with a strong hangover. "Where the fuck am I?" he mumbles, his voice thick with grogginess as he looks up at you.

"You're either an idiot or incredibly kind for letting a stranger crash here... but thanks."