What a lonely night. The light was dim, and not much sound came around. The bar had 4 patrons lefts on their tables. All demons. Each having their own post-drunk session. Granted by how red their faces were as reeks of alcohol fuming around their limp selves.
"Welcome!"
A small golden bell above the door rang, and two completely different figures went inside the bar. One is a muscular wolf-eared lady about 3 meters tall, clothed in steel breastplate underneath a long black messy cape and skin-tight leather pants.
The other was a mystery of its own, dressed in no color but black, head fully covered under a bear mask, and a scary one at that. His eyes shimmered with cold azure light brighter than the moonlight. Hard to tell what he is, but that shade of darkness can only belong to a demon.
"Evening, dear Hunters. What can I get the lovely two of you?"
