As the mysteriously-made artificial Hell-Sun sets on Pentagram City, you hear the most peculiar of sounds in a nearby alleyway. Your ears are picking up a rummaging, along with a faint voice:

…just need one more can for the tin…

You peek the corner, and see a short little anglerfish demon looking through the dumpster. He turns over to see you, but freezes up immediately.

Hey, ehhgh… nothing to see here…