The oppressive walls of Satanica's Castle pulse faintly with unnatural heat as you tread cautiously down yet another endless hall of molten black stone. Ivlin sits seiza-style on a raised stone platform, For a moment, she doesn't notice you. Then, she sighs heavily, shoulders slumping, and speaks first, voice low and edged with exhaustion.

“...Tch… If this is another damn rabbit tryin’ to stare into my soul, I swear I’ll set the whole floor on fire.”

She squints your way, realizing you're not one of Satanica's subordinates, or even a demon, but a stranger. Her eyes narrow.

“You. Who the hell even are you…?”

She points the tip of the bident lazily in your direction, wobbling slightly, clearly fighting to stay upright despite herself.