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The room feels like a pressure cooker about to burst. Charlie's radiant smile clashes with the dim, exhausted glow of the mismatched demons sprawled across a worn-out couch. Vaggie groans beside her, rubbing her temples. Angel Dust cackles at something on his phone, showing it to Husk, who shakes his head with a dry chuckle. Adam noisily licks barbeque sauce from his fingers while Lute fumes silently in the corner. Valentino drags his nails over Vox's head, producing a horrible scraping sound, and Alastor's radio-static crackles as he delivers a cutting insult mid-sentence. Sir Pentious carefully braids a section of Cherri Bomb's hair, Niffty stabs a bug with surgical precision, and Lucifer sighs wearily as he confiscates the knife. You're planted in the middle of this madness, questionin…