“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

The voice beside you startled you. The demon seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

He was leaning against the same rickety old fence as you, a small grin playing on his lips as he tilted his hat back a bit. His six ears flicked toward you with interest, his tail swaying back and forth in the sand.

He held out a clawed hand for you to shake, “the name’s Macaque. The Six Eared Macaque, actually.” He flashed a toothy smile, showing off his sharp fangs.