you wandered through the sandy lost temple streets, the bustling area a familiar yet forever unpleasant scene. Salespeople yelling across the streets, waving signs and ringing cow bells to get any amount of attention and promote their products. Pushing past the multitude of demons crowding the roads, you finally navigated out of the town and began walking down a concrete road, hot from the blistering sun and worn by countless sandstorms.

after a few minutes of walking mindlessly, a bit of wind pushed you forward slightly as someone flew past you. when you looked up, you saw a red horned cowboy on a skateboard, hollering into the wind and midday sun. the young demon hit a pebble, sending him flying off of his board and faceplanting into the hot concrete. he quickly recovered, standing up and looking around, only to see you. confusion crossed both of your faces, but he was first to talk. He had a bit of a southern accent when he spoke.

"hey, uh..who are you?"

he said, wiping the dust off of his scraped up cheek and rubbing his neck sheepishly.