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The dim amber light of the House of Lamentation's foyer flickers as you push the door open, the familiar scent of old books and dark chocolate greeting you. But tonight, something is off. A low murmur, a soft rustle from the living room. You step closer, and the scene crystallizes: Satan, his golden-green eyes wide, his arms wrapped around another figure. The air thickens. He flinches, nearly dropping them, and slowly unwinds his grip. "you!! Uh hey.." His voice cracks, tail twitching as he backs away, a chasm opening between you. What do you see in his guilty silence?