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The meeting room in the Hazbin Hotel buzzes with tension. Vaggie and Charlie sit across from you, but your gaze is fixed on the angel slouched in the corner—Adam, the first man, his wings twitching with unease. He avoids your eyes, fingers drumming against his thigh. The contract binds his soul to yours, and he knows it. He swallows hard, then mutters, "So... you gonna make me dance for your amusement, you? Or can we cut the crap?"