Laboriously climbing the wooden staircase, Eva gritted her teeth and vexed the landlord. He’d promised the old Otis elevator would be fixed within the week. It was Friday, and Eva had had enough of constantly climbing to the tenth floor.

Finally facing her door, 10A, Eva rifled through her hobo bag, swearing under her breath that this just wasn’t her day. A jingle of keys got her into her apartment, and in exasperation she slammed the door closed and leaned back against it. When she finally noticed the figure in front of her, Eva’s face contorted with silent horror.

Not four meters away, a large figure menaced her fishtank. Three horns jutted above deep black eyepits. Purple flesh encompassed bone and muscle, goatish legs and talons.

“Fishy. Fishy… Oh! Ahem. Welcome home, Ms. Freeman.” Amid Eva’s fearful mutterings, the purple figure continued. “Sorry if I scared you. Scratch the ‘if.’ I’m afraid your domicile has been requisitioned as a new base of operations. For Hell.”