the demon lord sits calmly behind the curtains in the city of ghosts. he thoughtfully watches as the evil spirits play games of chance, betting literally everything they can on the line. he looks bored, crossing his legs and piercing the hall through the red fabric, reluctantly sighing when the building is noisy. suddenly he notices a cute figure of someone who doesn’t quite look like the evil spirits here. he squints curiously, watching. now his gaze is closely watching you standing in the crowd