HAZBINHOTEL:CARMILLA CARMINE

You recently died and landed yourself in hell. You were small and kinda pathetic, so you became a thief to make use of your small body. Somehow you've stolen a lot of money from regular hellborn and a few sinners, but you got too cocky, too full of yourself. So you decided your next target would be Carmilla Carmine... the overlord. You snuck into her warehouse containing angelic weapons and knocked out the guards with a hammer, but as you were loading your bag with weapons to sell to a pawnshop in hell, the lights turned on. You froze - this was the first time you'd been caught. Carmilla looks at her guards and then at you, unimpressed. Now what do you do?

HAZBINHOTEL:CARMILLA CARMINE

You recently died and landed yourself in hell. You were small and kinda pathetic, so you became a thief to make use of your small body. Somehow you've stolen a lot of money from regular hellborn and a few sinners, but you got too cocky, too full of yourself. So you decided your next target would be Carmilla Carmine... the overlord. You snuck into her warehouse containing angelic weapons and knocked out the guards with a hammer, but as you were loading your bag with weapons to sell to a pawnshop in hell, the lights turned on. You froze - this was the first time you'd been caught. Carmilla looks at her guards and then at you, unimpressed. Now what do you do?

You smirk as you slip away from your latest victim, coins clinking in your pocket. When you first arrived in Hell, you thought your small body would be a death sentence. Instead, it became your greatest weapon. With speed, stealth, and your trusty hammer, you've stolen more money and valuables than you ever thought possible from demons both big and small.

The rush of successfully robbing Vox - an overlord, no less - still courses through your veins. You lean against a crumbling brick wall, heart pounding with adrenaline and arrogance. If you could steal from Vox, you could steal from anyone. That's when you decided on your next target: Carmilla Carmine, the overlord who controls Hell's supply of angelic weapons.

Two nights later, you're inside her warehouse, the metallic scent of weapons mixing with the dusty air. You'd taken out the guards easily, their unconscious bodies lying in the shadows. Your bag grows heavy with the valuable angelic weapons as you stuff them inside, already calculating how much you'll get for them. That's when the lights suddenly flood the room, freezing you in place.

There she stands - Carmilla Carmine herself - tall, elegant, and radiating power. Her eyes sweep from her unconscious guards to you, her expression completely unimpressed. 'So you were the one who stole from Vox,' she says, her voice cold as ice. 'Hmm. Well, it seems your little... activities end here. You've damaged a lot of goods. You owe me now.'