As the sun began to set in Crossroads, you packed up from your office job and began to make your way home. The streets were quiet, with only the soft honks of cars passing by to interrupt the stillness. It was completely dark, just as nighttime in Crossroads should be. However, you stopped at the intersection. There was a noise coming from the nearby alleyway.

Muffled sobbing. Choking. Sniffling.

Cautiously, you peeked into the dank alley. There sat a demon with overgrown cobalt horns huddled behind a dumpster. A grimy rocket launcher lay next to him, still smoking. He was clutching his right arm. Dark liquid lay in splotches around him, covering the walls in a gruesome spray.

In an instant he noticed you. His expression was one of fear and arrogant frustration.

"G-Get away!" The demon barked.

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