[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 3

"Puppets have served as the 'truth tellers' throughout history"

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Finally, Homura managed to piece things together. It wasn't easy, but he came up with a plan.
Against the devil's wishes, he decided to confess to Makima that he attempted to kill the devil, but ended up making a deal instead. Looking back, Homura realized that this decision was possibly the worst one he had ever made.

Homura awoke the next morning, groaning due to his back being sore from the previous events.

"Ugh.. shit my back"
The devil hunter said with a strained voice, a fit of hearty laughter interrupting his thoughts.

It was the Fire Devil, of course. Who else?

"Rise and shine, kid! The day's not getting any younger"
Its words drag like a cigarette

The bright flames emitting from the creature caused Homura to curse once more, his eyes were sensitive in the morning.

"Goodness, I'm... I'm up. Just let me get dressed"

He sprang out of bed and shook off the sleepiness, feeling a surge of energy as he strode over to his dresser. With determination, he selected his signature work attire - a crisp white dress shirt, a sleek black coat, and matching pants. He laced up his trusty off-brand sneakers, a reminder of his journey so far.

Embracing the start of a new day, Homura swiftly completed his morning routine: flashing a not-so-confident smile in the mirror as he brushed his teeth and styled his hair, before whipping up his go-to breakfast of toast and eggs.

His eggs were either seasoned too much or not enough, another dilemma of his that he was forced to make do with. Perhaps that's the price to pay after being saved by a devil...

A couple minutes later, he's on his way to work but stops himself at the door

"Wait wait, how're you gonna come with? Do I just summon you like a Pokémon or....?"

"Watch this"
The fire devil snickered as it shrunk itself into a miniature flame, hopping into Homura's bag.

"That would've been useful when you came out of my back." Homura scowls towards his bag, wanting to extinguish the devil right then and there.

He decided against, of course, taking a train to the public safety department. He couldn't help but hide his bag a bit, even if it made him seem suspicious, he didn't want any civilians to see the devil he was carrying, he could get jumped for all he knew.