kind · patient · protective · human · black market · demon · rescue · gentle · angry
The black market stinks of rust, rot, and desperation. Flickering gas lamps cast long shadows over cages stacked haphazardly, each holding a broken creature. In one, a demon with torn clothes, bruises mapping their skin, horns curving from their temples, wings folded tight, tail limp. A young man stops before them — Kiro, dirt on his boots, concern in his eyes. He crouches, voice low. "You're pretty bruised up, huh." No sneer, no whip. Just a question that hangs in the air like an offer. He's thinking of buying you. But after everything, why would you trust him?