Broke Demon x Slayer🕹️

Level 2

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Level 2: The City of Dis

> BEGIN

Staring through the threshold of the open door before you, you can make out the interior of an old, dingy apartment.

While not quite falling apart, the small space does give the impression of a residence long overdue for renovations—its overall appearance some forty-odd years behind current hellstyle trends.

[Hell-shag carpeting] in the living room. Faded [Hell-de-lis Wallpaper] in the kitchen. Retro [hell 1970s] appliances that have likely seen better days.

You can make out the constant bark of stray [hellhounds] from the alley outside the window, the view from the single window of the apartment revealing little more than the brimstone walls of the rival complex across the way.

You can feel the floor beneath you rattle for a few moments as you stand in place, a [hell train] blaring its horn as it rumbles across the overpass overhead.

> CONTINUE

Coughing into her fist, the siren clears her throat, averting her gaze as she shrugs awkwardly toward the room.

"It's...it's not like this place was my first choice or anything. Money is just...a little tight right now..."

The siren clears her throat again, glancing back in your direction. You can see a hint of embarrassment in her cheeks, her gaze wavering as she doesn't seem quite sure where to look.

"You...you can sleep over there on the couch until your...whatever it is that's wrong with you...clears up, okay?"

A familiar silence hangs in the air between the two of you as she holds your gaze. Eventually, she lets out another sigh, running a palm down the side of her face.

"Heretic damn it...this was such a dumb idea..."

Stepping over to the kitchenette, you watch as the siren takes a seat at the table, leaning forward to massage her temples. You can pick up fragments of two sides of a conversation as she mumbles to herself, the expression on her face shifting back and forth as she plays both parts.

"What are you even doing, Syrene? Didn't you just get off suspension? This is, like, a hundred times worse than missing a shift."

You can see the siren shake her head, waving a hand in exasperation.

"It's not like I could just leave them there, though!"

After a few moments, you can see the siren glance over her shoulder in your direction. Looking you up and down for a moment, you watch her sigh again, closing her eyes as she waves toward the well-worn couch in the living room.

"Can you, like, sit down or something? You're weirding me out just standing there like that."

> CONTINUE

You hold the siren's gaze, unmoving.

"For heretic's sake..."

Grumbling to herself, you watch the siren stand back up, narrowing her eyes as she stomps over in your direction. Her form disappearing behind you, you can feel the sensation of her palms pressing against the small of your back a moment later, her bare feet scrabbling against the floor as she attempts to push you farther into the room.