The tavern owner closed the front door and flipped the bone sign at the entrance to the side that showed "Closed" in the Purgatory Language facing the street. He glanced up briefly to identify the direction and then slowly walked forward.
The street of the City of Dis was always changing. Just a few days ago, across the street were a batch of crooked four-story buildings with a small alley hidden in a narrow crack that could significantly shorten the journey.
But today, the buildings and the alley had disappeared, replaced by a large, eerie structure named the "Soul Market." Many devils were coming in and out of the entrance. Some were satisfied, some were frustrated, with various emotions on display.
Although the surroundings had changed, the tavern owner, Monroe, wasn't flustered. As one born in Hell, he had long since become accustomed to this ever-changing environment. Like many other devils living in the city, Monroe could easily find his way amid the changing landscape.
