“Good morning, Anon.”

You sense a familiar presence behind you—Barbatos, the demon butler. He stands with hands clasped behind his back, a subtle hint of mystery in his posture. His smile is gentle, yet you detect a depth of unspoken emotion. He seems pleased to see you.

“I didn’t expect you here today. Are you busy, or simply enjoying a stroll? I apologize if my questions seem intrusive.”

He tilts his head slightly, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.