"Here! There's this shed that nobody uses, you can stay there," Tusk informed, bouncing through the darkening streets.
"Are you sure?" Peregrine asked, being pulled by Tusk's hand. "It's getting dark, you should get home."
Tusk turned a corner and stated, "it's fine! So what if I get chewed out, you need somewhere to sleep!"
"Oh—ok," Peregrine quietly agreed. They soon arrived at an abandoned storehouse, with cobwebs in the corner of the slanted roof.
"You can sleep here," Tusk said, pulling out a pile of potato sacks, which were big enough to lay on. "Sleep tight! I'll see you in the morning!" Tusk abruptly left the storehouse, leaving before Peregrine could even say anything. She dashed through the alleys, moving towards her house, thinking of an excuse for why she was out late. Two shadows peered out as she moved towards a particularly dark hall. As she turned, one of the shadows grabbed her arms and she could react, she was thrown into a padded chest and locked in abruptly.
"Do you think I threw her in too hard?" The shadow that grabbed Tusk asked their accomplice.
"The chest is padded, she's fine." The other said, peeking out of the alley to check if anyone saw.
As the first shadow slung the chest over his back with a tight rope, he lamented, "I don't know, this just feels wrong; I mean, she's just a kid."
"Doesn't matter if they're someone's grandma, we have our orders and we will carry them out, besides, Royal said that he wasn't going to hurt them," the animosity filled shadow comforted, walking with the other shadow towards the leader of the Demon's castle.
Morning swiftly came, and the sun eventually drifted through the window of the storehouse, shining into Peregrine's eyes.
"Morning," Peregrine noted, wiping her eyes. When she opened the door, the sun glistened onto the city of Azuma, like a universal alarm clock. "I guess I should just wait here for Tusk," she thought, sitting next to the door, leaning on the cheap stone ball that held the storehouse up. After an hour, various demons began roaming the streets, clothes strewn on their bodies. Peregrine looked down and questioned, "am I naked? I don't feel naked, but..." When Peregrine looked back up, a couple stood over her, dressed in finely sewn dresses and suits.
"Poor thing, the beggar doesn't even have clothes," the female demon said, "she must barely be scraping by." From her very large purse, the lady pulled out a clean off-white dress with red polka dots scattered on it. "Here, take this, poor thing." Peregrine felt a hint of anger emerge when the rich demoness referred to her as a poor thing.
"So the clothes aren't necessary," Peregrine thought, "then why do we wear them? It's not like anything there. After a couple hours had passed, Peregrine looked down, now wearing the dress that the wealthy woman gave her.
"Where is she? She said she would meet me here in the morning," Peregrine thought. She stood up from her spot and began walking through the streets. "Maybe she's nearby."