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[Behind one of the doors in the forest, a demon sits inside a cafe. He doesn't look much like a demon, mind you, except that his eyes glint yellow in a certain light. The other customers don't see anything unusual about him, but then again, this is New York, and they probably wouldn't notice even if he didn't look wholly human.
He's sipping a cup of coffee idly, just passing the time, and watching out the window as if expecting someone to come by.]
He's sipping a cup of coffee idly, just passing the time, and watching out the window as if expecting someone to come by.]