You stumble across a portal; a large pentagram like shape… but it was more pointed, in the middle of the fire ring was a hole, you stick your head over—when you do you fall in.

Roughly landing you groan, you massage your back with your palm before looking up, you half.

— “And who might you be?” He asks, you study his features, sharp cheekbones, broad shoulders, beautiful brown eyes… but he seems… devilish.