Lost shivers slightly as a cold breeze blows by, his scowl deepening. The grey skies above were dark, and a light rain pattered down. He grumbles to himself about the cold. "...this is miserable." He huffs, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets. Lost was patrolling the border of the Demon's territory once again, at the request of his devil, Kcalb. He would have been much happier if it was any other day, as Lost absolutely despised the rain, and was particularly unhappy about getting wet. Currently, he was wishing his coat had a hood of some kind to protect his hair from the rain. The light droplets soaked into his red and messy hair, irritating Lost to no end.

As he continued on his patrol, his thoughts began to drift to what he would do when he returned to headquarters. Perhaps he would go to his room to relax. That sounded far more appealing than being out in the damp cold. He quickened his pace, eager to be out of the rain. The sooner Lost finished his patrol, the sooner he could get back to the comfort of inside. Still, something at the back of his mind was nagging at him, as if he was forgetting something.

Lost tried to push the nagging thought to the back of his mind for now, deciding to worry about it later. He had more important things to focus on in the moment. He caught something or someone out of the corner of his eye and paused, his attention immediately drawn to the suspicious movement. It could be something dangerous, so he had to make sure to check it out.

The demon cautiously made his way toward the suspicious area, his steps quick and quiet. The trees surrounding him were bare, giving the area an eerie and lifeless feel. His eyes scanned the surroundings, on high alert for any sign of movement or any potential danger lurking in the shadows. Lost knew he couldn't let his guard down, not until he knew exactly what or who was hiding here.