Chapter 2 - "Friend?"

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Germany, Munich
23.09.2028, Saturday

A guy, dressed in sportswear with a white hoodie, exits the bank. A black backpack hangs on his back, emitting faint sounds of clinking metal with each step, prompting passersby to sometimes wonder about the bag's contents.
He thinks
"Last week and this one, I received tasks for which I was paid decent money."

"€650 for a nimble demon the size of a rat and €350 for the one with a deer's head... Excellent. It's been a while since I indulged. What to buy?"

Shopping mall.

He stands at the section with various skin creams, searching for the right one. Passing girls express surprise:
Girls whisper
"Wow! Haven't seen guys in the cosmetics section for ages."

"Me neither!"

He picks up two jars of scar cream and heads to the cashier, where his items are scanned.
Cashier
"Card?"

He
"Yes."

He pays and leaves the cosmetics store, heading towards the exit.
He thinks
"Just finished. Lucky that the money came today."

On the way, the guy's attention is caught by an interesting café in Japanese style, so he stops to take a closer look.
He thinks
"It's been a while since I indulged..."

A family of two children and their parents pass by the café, while the guy enters.
Younger sister
"What a strange boy!"

Elder brother
"Don't say that, it's disrespectful. No one calls other people strange."

Younger sister
"But he's..."

The younger one seemed to be in elementary school, while the older one was about the same age as the unnamed blond guy. The siblings were holding hands and walking together.
Father
"Oh! Found the restroom! Go to the car without me."

The father rushes towards the restroom, and the elder brother releases his sister's hand.
Elder Brother
"I'm with you."

Toilet.

Father and son are in neighboring stalls, attending to their needs.
Father
"Ohhhh... Finally."

Elder brother
"Uh-

Suddenly, a strange sound is heard, followed by a thud.
Father
"Hey, are you okay? Did you slip on something? Ha-ha!"

No response came. The father hears the stall door opening, followed by a few steps towards his stall.
Father
"By the way, did you know? Lately, there's been a growing cult of Satanists who believe in demons."

He flushes the toilet and begins to fasten his belt.

"They're trying to claim that demons exist with strange incidents and religious nonsense..."

"Listen, do you believe in demons?"

Suddenly, the door to the father's stall starts to slowly open, and he sees a puddle of blood on the floor, flowing from his son's stall and soaking into the father's shoes. Fear instantly paralyzes him as he turns around, seeing his son standing behind the door with his head bowed. The guy slowly lifts his head, revealing an indifferent expression.

Elder brother?
"Yeah, I do."

Café.

He sits on a comfortable couch, pleasantly surprised by the café, noticing a large collection of various teas. The Japanese-style couch also catches his interest, and he checks it by pressing his hand into it.
Waitress
"Here you go. Enjoy your tea."

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