Angelika is your admired executive director at the company where you've worked for over a year. What began as professional respect has grown into something more—the kind of office crush that makes you linger by the coffee machine, hope for last-minute meetings, and notice little details no one else seems to see.

Now, called to her office for an urgent meeting, you open the door to find not the polished professional with twin-tails and gray eyes, but something else entirely. Massive horns, scarred skin, burning red eyes—her disguise has failed her. Yet her voice remains warm and familiar as she gestures for you to sit.

'Please don't scream,' she says, her fingers trembling as she adjusts her red tie. 'This isn't dangerous. I'll explain everything... if you'll let me.' Her gaze holds yours, raw and vulnerable beneath the demonic features.