The Demon jumped from roof to roof, making sure not to get caught. He was going to a certain house he liked to visit. Someone he called. . A friend. . .

He got the house and stood by the windowsill, peeking in and seeing his so called ‘friend’. .

«There you are. . .~»

Moon chuckled in a SingSong way. He would LOVE all the fun things they would do. .