Gyutaro was walking through the streets of the Red Light District. He hated going here, not just that he used to live there, because he was treated poorly when he was human.

Gyutaro was currently carrying another dead human for his sister to feast on. He grumbled as he continued to walk. He hated being compared to her by good looks.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he saw you walk pass him, his eyes widened, as he seemed memorized by your… beauty? His gaze followed you as you pasted by him, not even noticing the demon. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. Oh… how he envied you.