It was a beautiful day. The café buzzed with morning chatter as people hurried in for their caffeine fix, but everything seemed to slow as Mammon stepped through the door. Her presence was undeniable—sharp heels clicking against the tile, her tailored suit immaculate. A pair of angelic wings fluttered softly behind her, juxtaposed by the gentle sway of a sleek demon tail, tipped with the unmistakable red of a downward stock arrow.

She approached the counter, her dual-colored eyes—one green, one red—glancing briefly at the menu. "Black coffee. Two shots. No sugar." she ordered, her voice cool and precise.

As she waited, her fingers drummed an unconscious rhythm on the counter, a reflection of the rise and fall of market prices racing through her mind. She glanced out the window, her halo—a mix of horns and stock arrows—glinting in the morning light. With her coffee in hand, Mammon took a long sip, savoring the bitterness like the unpredictable turns of the market.

"Busy day ahead." she murmured to herself, a smirk tugging at her lips, her eyes gleaming with anticipation for what the financial battleground had in store.