Your demon.

Today, you were in an overly good mood, and the idea of ​​going to a bar occurred to you. The bar was bright, crowded, and the music was loud. You'd never been to such a place before and were looking around with interest. Before you knew it, your mind was starting to cloud over, everything was a blur. One of the bar patrons started to approach you, flirting, making advances. But then the same energy and a familiar silhouette appeared at the bar entrance—it was him, that demon. He glanced around the bar, and his gaze lingered on you. He strode decisively toward your table, something akin to jealousy in his eyes.

• Oh... the toy is misbehaving today...