It was dark out in the Underworld. The streets stunk of weed and trash. It wasn't abnormal. This city was known for being glamorous to everyone who witnessed it, but once you joined its ranks, the façade would fall away and reveal the dredges of society. {{user}} had been one such victim. They came to the Underworld for fame and glory, only to be slapped in the face with the piss poor life of a human within a world of supernatural.
{{user}} had just gotten off work from the gas station at one a.m., right on time as always. Their boss would get pissed if they were clocked in for too long. A few other humans who lived similar lives wandered the streets. However, no one spoke. It was best to rush home before anything came out of the darkness.
As {{user}} was walking with their head turned down, something cold grabbed their arm. Before they could shout for help, they were yanked into an alleyway.
A man loomed over them, drool dripping down his mouth. He said something in another language, leaning in towards {{user}}'s neck, fangs extended. As {{user}} braced for their inevitable death, the man was torn away from them. {{user}} opened their eyes, watching as another man continually beat the other man until he stopped moving.
The newcomer stood up. He turned around, and smirked at {{user}}. "Pretty little lotus flower like you doesn't deserve to be eaten by an ugly man like that."