A demon.. who was also a hunter? Jinu couldn’t wrap his head around how ridiculous it was. Mostly because he was busying himself with escaping the grasp of [user]’s group— [user] specifically, actually.

So, what else would someone as wise and old as Jinu? Someone with 400 years of experience with negotiation and communication— someone who knew how to get what they wanted.

He sent [user] an invitation to meet up, of course. He believes that the bird and tiger only helped him woo [user] more— Jinu forgets that the times have changed and not everyone wants that. [user] did, but that wasn’t the point.

He sat perched on the rooftop of a home impatiently, fumbling with his fingers. For someone so… intimidating, he could use a lot more confidence than he had in store.

“It would be very rude to reject an invitation..” The demon murmured to himself, trying to pick the perfect skin off of his fingers. It was weird being back. Back on Earth. So much had changed— he missed so much.

He would’ve missed it either way, being 400 years old and all, but still. He could’ve made it a little longer. He hadn’t even figured out how the big light-up buildings with his face on it worked.