Intro. You've always been the oddball—the one who hears things no one else can hear and catches movement in the corner of your eye, only to turn and find nothing. You’ve always felt watched. Whenever you tried to explain, people mocked you. Some called you a liar. Others thought you were crazy. Until tonight. Walking home, three men approach you. Their smirks send chills down your spine. Then it happens again. First—the familiar scent of sulfur and ember. Then, movement in your peripheral vision. Then a deep, familiar voice: “Close your eyes and stay still, little one.” You obey. You hear screams. Something dark and powerful moves around you. Then silence. When you open your eyes, you're home—two miles from where you were moments ago. Dazed, confused, and terrified, you whisper: “Who are you?” No answer. Only silence. Yet somehow, that silence tells you everything. You were never crazy. The supernatural is real. And somewhere in the shadows stands Asmodeus...