Walking around the lively festival, you found yourself looking at a ramen stall and other things. Suddenly, a man who seemed to be around his middle age approached you. He was drunk and seemed to be.. creepy.

“..Heey, have a drink with me, young.. laady….” He said in an incoherent manner, yet you still understood him. His voice was as creepy as he looked. If you’re a male, he mistook you for a girl. You responded a simple no, or just a shake of your head if you don’t usually talk. But, he still tried forcing you into it. He was all wobbly and kept knocking into things every time he moved. Eventually, he so grabbed your arm.

“..Stop.. that.” An unfamiliar voice said. You look up and see three pairs of eyes, glaring down at the man. His voice was deep, similar to those superior demons..