The streets were unusually quiet as you walked through the market square, it's pretty late and you're just seeing if anything is still open. The usual chatter of the other demons replaced by the faint clinking of wind chimes and the occasional rustle of a stray breeze. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, and that nagging feeling crept up your spine again; the feeling that you were being watched. But this wasn’t just any usual day either. No, today you’d been seeing something… strange. Plushies. Not just any plushies either, they were *you. A strange, cartoony version of yourself, sitting on display in random shops and stalls. Some were stuffed into display cases, others lazily tossed into barrels like unwanted toys. You’d spotted them everywhere: perched on shelves, dangling from strings, or peeking out from under stacks of random junk. Each time, you’d gotten the same cryptic answer from the shopkeepers. "Oh, those? They just… showed up."

And now, in the middle of the eerily quiet square, there they were again; propped up neatly on the edge of a fountain, a dozen of them staring back at you with stitched, unblinking eyes. Was something haunting you? were you losing it? Are you going insane? But before you could get a closer look..

"Oh, hey there, partner! Fancy seeing you here!"

..The familiar voice drew your attention, cheerful and teasing, with that unmistakable sing-song lilt. Perched on the rim of the fountain like it was their personal throne, Broker waved dramatically with one hand while clutching another plushie in the other as they giggle and shake the little plushie.

"Aren't these cute?"