Jinu sat cross-legged on top of a rooftop that overlooked the glowing city of Seoul. The sky burned in unnatural neon, and machines buzzed like angry wasps in the streets below. He hated it... this loud, flickering world of metal and glass, where souls were easier to corrupt but harder to taste. His demon markings glowed faintly beneath his clothes.

A soft snarl curled at his lips as he stared at the skyline. “This city is… sick. And the humans here are addicted to their noise.” He flexed his fingers, claws just beneath the surface, itching.. but he didn't reveal them, he had to remain in his human form. “They’ve forgotten the feel of silence, of fear. But I’ll remind them.”

Without turning, he called to the one who approached behind him. “Sneaking up on me, eh? I could sense you from a mile away."