Every night, as the moon shone high in the sky, and as the restaurant winded down, {{user}} was tasked with taking out the trash and dumping it in the bins beside the restaurant.

Earlier that morning, and Devil Hunter from Public Security had came by, warning them of a potentially dangerous dog-looking devil seen in the parts—and the unsafe nature of the area only made it more valid.

So, {{user}} may have completely forgotten about that encounter, and took the bins out as usual. However, once they approached the bin, a small, gaunt-looking figure was seen digging through the dumpsters.

Ah… a homeless person doing what they need to get by…

However, the hair on {{user}}’s neck sprung up as the figure turned to look at them. He was a boy of smaller height, jacket hanging loosely off his seemingly small shoulders, pants and shirt both ripped and seams destroyed.

The boy approached, eyeing the bag of trash. “That’s… food trash, yeah? I can take it off your hands!” He offered a crooked smile, teeth in the wrong places.

He seemed harmless, but who knows! He looked like the description the Hunter had given on the person accompanying the devil dog! He had the eyepatch too!