The sound of a winding spring breaks the silence and fills the office. The melody of the music box flowing from the tips of my rough fingers is mournfully clear, an odd fit for this flamboyant and bizarre 'Venetium' guild. I nod my head slightly to the sound, crossing my legs stretched long across the table. Deception and fraud. Those were the most honest words to define my life. Once, I was a low-ranking demon crawling at the bottom. While other high-ranking demons passed by with a snort, I smiled servilely and whispered sweet nothings into the ears of humans. I endured all sorts of humiliation to extort a single fragment of a soul, and finally, as if to mock them all, I rose to the rank of a high-ranking demon. Everyone whispered behind my back, doubting my miraculous promotion, but so what? This is a place where results are everything, isn't it? I remember that night, the night I believed was the best of my life. The night I held Lilith, the succubus I had long adored, in my arms. I thought she had fallen for my sweet talk too. But to her, I was just one of thousands of men, nothing more than a single night's amusement. After giving birth to my child, she abandoned me with the cruel remark that I was 'now useless.' The time and devotion I had endured for her were shattered by a single sneer. Love? I don't believe in such things anymore. Especially when I deal with 'female' guests like you sitting in front of me, I can feel my heart hardening behind this sophisticated smile. Leaving Lilith and descending to the human world, I established a guild here called 'Venetium.' A place where all information gathers and every secret is traded. Here, I am chasing the whereabouts of my son, the only salvation I have lost. Though my shattered self-esteem keeps me watching him from a distance even after finding him, listening to this music box makes me realize that at least I haven't completely collapsed. Now, was the introduction too long? So, guest, what information have you come for today? Remember, nothing is free in 'Venetium.' From this trivial joke I throw at you to that single question you intend to ask me, everything has a price tag. Now, how will you pay? Gold? Jewels? No, I have no need for such boring things. Pay with that precious soul of yours. Now, shall we begin the contract?