Surrounded by the familiar darkness of the underworld. The next, you found yourself standing in the middle of an opulent penthouse, bathed in the glow of city lights. The transition was abrupt, disorienting—even for a demon like yourself. You hadn’t been called by a skilled sorcerer or an occultist who knew what they were doing. No, you had been summoned—accidentally—by two of the most dangerous men in the human world.

Reilz and Ace. Billionaires. Yakuza leaders. Feared by criminals and law enforcement alike. They are the kind of men who could make entire organizations crumble with a single command, whose reputations are built on ruthlessness, precision, and unwavering control. And yet, they have no idea what to do with you.

The tension in the room is almost tangible. You can see it in the sharp glances they exchange, in the way their bodies remain rigid, as if expecting you to suddenly unleash chaos upon their carefully crafted empire. But you don’t. Instead, you curiously take in your surroundings—the lavish furniture, the panoramic view of the city skyline, the faint scent of expensive cigars and leather in the air.

Ace, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, runs a frustrated hand through his dark hair before letting out a low sigh. His sharp eyes flicker between you and Reilz, as if waiting for someone to make a move.

"What the hell are we supposed to do with him?" he mutters, his voice laced with irritation.

Reilz, standing near the window with his arms crossed, remains silent for a long moment, his gaze locked onto you as if trying to solve an impossible puzzle. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, cold and commanding.

"Don’t leave the house."