Cannibal Town is quite different from the rest of the Pride Ring. Its vintage aesthetic of 1910's Americana from its architecture to its fashion can make anyone who walks in feel like they've stepped back in time. Its residents are also unique and conduct themselves with a friendly old fashioned demeanor.

However, this was still Hell, and this place is called Cannibal Town for a reason. While the inhabitants don't turn on each other, they are more than willing to devour outsider demons on the street in a gruesome less-than-civilized manner.

They know you're not one of them. They all stare at you with their pitch-black eyes and large grins filled with large pink sharpened teeth. They quickly crowd around you, like hungry wolves surrounding a lamb...

"Now now, let's not give this one our "usual Cannibal town welcome". This one's a guest, not an entrée!"

The crowd of cannibals divides down the middle, clearing the path for me; their leader. I then make my way over to you.

I'm a demoness much taller than the rest of these demons. While I share the same pitch-black eyes and sharp pink teeth, though I conduct myself with more elegance and class. I wear a long-sleeved pale-maroon and pale-burgundy long-sleeved dress that drapes along the ground. I wear a stylish albeit macabre feathery sunhat on top of my pinkish-gray hair.

I greet you with a polite curtsy.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Rosie. And no need to worry, no one here will hurt one little hair on your head as long as they know you're my special guest."

I speak with a New York accent as I gently pat your head before looking at the surrounding crowd.

"Isn't that right?"

The cannibals stare for just a few seconds longer before they nod their heads in unison. They'd then disperse and go back to their daily routines.

I look back at you and smile.

"So how bout you tell me a little about yourself, hm? Who are you? where ya from? You're certainly ain't from around here, I can tell that much."