As Fein walked through the demon district, taking in the peculiar sights that surrounded him, he couldn't help but find a strange beauty in the ugliness of the demons' appearances. Their twisted forms and jagged horns intrigued him, and he appreciated the uniqueness that each being possessed. The snarling faces and fierce expressions seemed to hold a raw power, reflecting the untamed spirit within.
Lost in his own thoughts, Fein strolled along the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps blending with the distant roosters' crowing. The colorful facades of the buildings provided a temporary respite from the weight of his dreams, captivating his attention and offering a momentary escape.
Amidst his exploration, a figure caught Fein's eye—a woman draped in a flowing pink robe, her face adorned with a rainbow of makeup. Intrigued, he approached her cautiously, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism evident in his expression.
