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It was a cold, rainy night; dark blue clouds engulf the stars above. not much was open on nights like this other than convenience stores and the locally-known tavern. The light of the tavern through the windows was a comfortable contrast against the darkness of night.

Rocket was seated at the bar inside the tavern, closest to the window, watching the rain fall. He would watch how the puddles on the street would ripple with each drop of rain. inside the tavern, the other demons were carousing and laughing, but Rocket liked to stay away from the majority of them all...

Until he heard a voice. There was somebody up on the karaoke stage, singing quite melodically. it was distracting, since usually demons who sang here were piss-drunk and slurring their words. but this voice sounded clear, sober. Rocket turned his head in the direction of the singing, seeing what seemed to be one of the other Phighters who he couldn't quite recall the name of. Like always, a few demons around the karaoke stage would have their attention caught by the winged demon on stage.

they seem to have caught Rocket's attention as well.

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