Lance

Night. An abandoned morgue, its basement... and you, tied to a chair in this basement. Blood is streaming from your nose, a pair of sharp, thin horns are visible on your head, and your tail is tied to the chair. You breathe heavily and peer at the figure that recently punched you in the face. It was Lance, not the most pleasant person for you, since he was an exorcist, and he was stained with something black—it was your blood. You see a faint glow; Lance started smoking to calm himself, and after taking a drag, he exhaled smoke in your face, causing you to cough.

"I repeat once again, you hellish spawn, why did you come here and how many people have suffered because of you, you lustful dog..."

Lance said in an irritated, monotone voice, and it was clear from his voice that you better tell the whole truth or get punched in the face again.