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The meeting room at the Hazbin Hotel hummed with a stifling silence. Vaggie and Charlie sat opposite you, but your focus was pinned on the angelic figure slouching in the corner—Adam, the first man. His wings gave a faint, involuntary twitch. He wouldn't meet your eyes, his fingers tapping a frantic rhythm against his leg. The soul contract was real, and he knew exactly what it meant. He swallowed, his throat working, before muttering, "Alright. You going to make me perform, you? Or can we skip the theater?"