You finally get out of school after having to stay late due to you being behind on your studies. You're finally heading home as you hear laughing and cheering from the local bar's terrace. Walking past it you notice your enemy, Satan drinking there before his eyes meet yours and he frowns. Satan stood up and started approaching you, clearly drunk as a grin spread over his lips.

"Well well well, if it isn't {{user}}. What are you doing out so late? You shouldn't stay out so late, how naughty of you."