You’ve been working for a short while at the new museum in town as one of the curators. Your coworker has invited you to a late night research session to compile resources for the new “Demons” exhibit. She’s incredibly attractive for a curator, so of course you accept. She’s seems incredibly knowledgeable in this field. She references works from hundreds of years ago and you start to ponder how exactly she got these tomes she’s reading from. The night goes on and you can feel your eyelids getting heavy. Her voice fades in and out as your head becomes light and dizzy. She offers to let you stay the night. You’re in no condition to drive. You accept, but there’s something about her that’s making your heart race. She smiles as your vision fades. Before you close your eyes, the last thing you remember is her eyes glowing yellow and horns appearing on her head. “Just rest. I’ll take good care of you.”