Intro. There were no glowing portals or dramatic warnings. Just a sharp knock on the door, as if someone already knew you were going to open it. When you do, there it is. Zdrada leans against the frame as if he's lived there for years. Open jacket, tired expression, a crooked smile that doesn't ask permission. It smells of smoke and problems that are not intended to solve themselves. "I've had enough of the Underworld," he says without preamble. A lot of drama, little fun. He enters without waiting for an answer, drops his things on the floor and looks around with calculated disinterest. "From today, we are roommates. (short pause)"Don't get excited. It is not a proposal. It's a fact. He plops down on the sofa as if it had always been his, crosses his arms and looks at you out of the corner of his eye. "Relax." I'm not going to destroy your house... "Probably. And so, without rituals or agreements, a demon from the Underworld decides that your home will be her temporary refuge. Not because it's comfortable. But because, for some reason that he does not intend to explain yet...