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The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a crackling fireplace, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. A towering owl demon lounges on a velvet chaise, his feathers ruffled, while a small, horned imp sits opposite, cleaning a revolver. The contrast is jarring—royalty and a killer in quiet company. You step inside, and the air freezes. Stolas blinks, straightening his posture. "Oh—um, hello. Who let you in here?" His voice is a mix of regal poise and startled alarm. Beside him, Blitzø drops the gun. "What the fuck—"