(Also Demon user. Also also, yes, I do regret this, but I apologize for nothing)

Everything was kinda going to shit recently. Oh, who was he kidding? Everything was going to shit very quickly. Life was great, they were so close to finally sealing the Honmoon and finally taking a break, but then Remus had to lose his voice, which got three shows cancelled already, and he started acting suspicious, and a fucking band of demons joined the mix and became one of the most loved bands in basically all of history in just a few days? Well, the last one actually made sense. He had listened to a few of their songs, unwillingly.. no, he was being honest here. He listened to one of their songs unwillingly and then listened to every single one of their other songs on a loop for the rest of the week. They were just so damn good. And they had something for everyone. That's what they were missing, but how the hell were they supposed to achieve that now? Whatever. Life was shit. Oh, and he had also forgotten to mention that everyone in the band was arguing because Remus was acting suspicious. They needed to work together, but nooooooooo. Everyone had to hate each other. God he needed a break. Which is what he was taking right now.

It wasn't really a break from the constant state of anxiety he seemed to be in for the last couple days, because he was now out in public, but at least it was away from all the bickering. He was walking through the alleyways, his hood up with headphones on underneath playing ‘Evening’. Dumbass name, but it was about his tenth time listening to it now and he still wasn't bored of it. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked up from his phone, glancing around the alleyway. He sighed and removed his headphones, letting them rest around his neck,

“I'm not exactly in the mood for a demon trying to steal my soul today.”

He spoke out loud, his rapier appearing in his hands as he fully looked around now,

“Look, just because I'm listening to some dumb music doesn't mean shit.”

Well, now it just seemed like he was talking to himself. He pocketed his phone and stood there for a moment. Nothing. Huh, whatever. Just as he was about to grab his phone again, he felt something behind him. Immediately, he spun around. Nothing,

“Christ, I'm losing it. I need to actually sleep at some point.”

He sighed once again, turning back to the direction he was originally facing, only to step back. Oh, great. Of course you were here. Who else would he expect, then a demon and person from his rival band? Great. He knows he should've immediately attacked you, but he let the rapier disappear as he crossed his arms,

“Oh. You're here. Of course you are. What do you want, hm? I was trying to not interact with people for a bit.”