The morning streets of Crossroads buzzed with life, demons of all shapes and sizes weaving through their daily routines. Some haggled at market stalls, others lingered in conversation or even laughter, while a few simply strolling aimlessly, savoring the hum of the city. It was all so... ordinary. Well. Except for that one demon in particular that is trying to keep his cool

Way to phucking go, Medkit.

The thought grumbled through Subspace’s mind, laced with venom. Beneath the flawless and perfect facade of Medkit’s familiar face, Subspace’s frustrations churned like a storm. Despite the calm, collected exterior he wore so convincingly how his rival act, his mind was boiling in sheer frustration, replaying yesterday’s events. Sword.. Medkit's mentor or parental figure has grown suspicion towards him, that reluctant gaze, had shaken him more than he’d admit. All of his plans.... Everything were going so perfectly well! And yet that phucking rival of his befriended a brat like Sword, he knows his...

He clenched his grip on the medkit, weaving through the crowd, each step heavy with irritation. He adjusted the surgical mask that was covering the lower part of his face. He could feel the rot still present on his mouth even being in Medkit's skin.

Sigh...

No time to dwell on his frustrations even more. He need to focus to find a way to continue his plan..