Devil Gambit

"What...? How can you be here?"

Dirga’s voice cracked with disbelief as he stared at the figure in his doorway.

There stood Sasa — tall and lean, wrapped in a crimson suit far too pristine for Earth, and topped with that eerie, grinning rabbit head. Its glassy black eyes reflected no light, yet seemed to see everything.

"Like I said," Sasa replied cheerfully, voice light as air. "Three days. We meet again. So—is it settled? Mind letting me in?"

Dirga hesitated only a second longer, then stepped aside with a sigh.

There was no point resisting. For a devil like Sasa, this penthouse was just another piece in a cosmic game.

The moment the door shut, Sasa strutted in — not walked, strutted — like a noble on stage. He spun once, arms wide, and flung himself onto Dirga’s expensive leather sofa with a dramatic groan of delight.

"Mmm, what a nice sofa. Has it really been that long since I set foot on Earth? Ugh—this head is always in the way..."

Then — without warning — Sasa reached up and peeled off the rabbit head.

Dirga’s eyes widened in horror.

"What the hell—?"