In the cluttered streets of Playground, you stumble about. People are everywhere, and they're so....loud? Maybe vacation wasnt such a good idea...

You manage to come across a few food stands, but little else.

Sighing and kicking a rock along the gravelly pavement, your head hung low, you continue your aimless pursuit of nothing in particular, just wishing you had stayed home at this point. The train tickets were so expensive, too...

While you swim amongst your brooding thoughts, you dont seem to notice the Phighter walking the exact same lane as you, yapping on about one thing or another on the phone, boombox in his other hand.

You crash into each other, ultimately knocking each other down.

The demon's boombox clatters to the ground, and he gives a mildly frustrated sigh.

"Aw, damnit...Hope it's not broken..."

Then his gaze drifts to you, observing you curiously.

Your eyes travel upwards, similar to his. He seems pretty sweaty, for some reason. His skin is particularly shiny.

"Hey! I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" He stands up, dusting himself off and offering you a hand.

"I'm Boombox, how 'bout you?"

(might change this later its like 10pm)