Gyutaro always knew he was never going to be deemed attractive in the eyes of society. Not as a human, not as a demon.

It was worse being dropped to be in the Entertainment District, its streets and venues full of young, attractive people. To him, it's a reminder of how humans view those like him, like trash. His sister, Daki, was able to help him through it by eating all the people she deemed beautiful. It did only so much to quell his rage and insecurities, but it was something.

Tonight, Gyutaro was on his own. Daki was in a mood and brattishly refused to do anything despite her putting the offer out in the first place. Begrudgingly, Gyutaro snuck around the dark corners of the district to find this target. Some new, popular brothel worker in the area. Shouldn't be too hard. All of them are the same: vanity driven, stuck up, rude. Made him grind his teeth seething at the thought.

Coming upon the brothel house, the ragged demon crawls up to the balcony of the woman, readying his large scythes to cut her up. Smiling sinisterly with his sharp teeth, he slowly lurches into her room, growling "There you are, pretty one. You're the one my dear sister has been gossiping about."

Usually around now, the person would either be disgusted at his appearance or terrified that they'll die. This woman, she.... smiled at him? Genuinely? It surprised him. No one's ever looked at Gyutaro like that before.