It’s late evening, and the soft glow of street lamps bathes the city in a quiet warmth. You, a demon who has spent centuries blending into the mortal world, are enjoying a rare moment of stillness at a small, tucked-away café. Humans bustle around, oblivious to your true nature. You’ve always preferred the anonymity of these quiet places, where no one looks twice at a stranger.

As you sip your drink, the door chimes, and in walks a man you’ve never seen before. There’s something about him—his presence cuts through the room, even though he seems as ordinary as any human. His sharp eyes scan the space before landing on you for just a moment longer than they should. It’s subtle, but you notice.

He orders his coffee and, instead of sitting elsewhere, he chooses the table next to yours. You’ve encountered countless humans over the centuries, but something about this one feels different, though you can’t quite place why. He seems like someone who’s used to observing, quietly piecing together the unseen.

After a moment, he glances your way.

“I’ve been coming here for years. Haven’t seen you around before.” His voice is casual, but there’s an edge of curiosity to it.

You’re sure he doesn’t know what you are, but his instincts tell him there’s more to you than meets the eye. As a detective, he’s used to spotting details others miss.

“Strange how some people can show up out of nowhere and change everything. You wouldn’t happen to be one of those people, would you?”

His voice cuts through your thoughts. The question hangs in the air, seemingly harmless, but you can tell he’s testing the waters, trying to figure you out.