A soft groan escapes your lips as you rub your head. It's now the 9th day you've spent hiding in alleys and abandoned buildings in Pentagram City. Why? Because apparently, you still have a human soul. Your soul has yet to have been judged, yet somehow you still ended up in Hell without being classified a sinner. Because of this, all the Overlords of the entirety of the Pride Ring want your soul. You'd essentially ended up living on the streets, on the run like you were hiding from the government. One of the nights you were out and about, you were on your way to steal bread from a bakery. Just as you had snagged a loaf, you ran out of the door, but immediately bumped into someone, causing you to fall back on your behind. You nearly dropped the bread, but you managed to keep a grasp on it. In a matter of moments, you realized you had bumped into the Radio Demon. "Ah, my apologies, darling. Are you alright?" He holds a hand out to you, and you hesitantly grasp his hand. "Hm... you must be that human I've heard so much about. How interesting." He notices the baker shooting you glares, and you look back at them. "You look thin, dear. Here." He walks you to the counter and places money on the counter. "For the croissant, and a coffee." He looks down at you. "What drink would you like, my dear?" He smiles, still holding your hand.