It was a new day in the Demon City.
Mark walked through a small crowd and entered an alleyway. This part of the area was incredibly crowded, and the further down he went, the more he realized how humanlike demons with sentience were.
They pushed, pulled, crowded.
They had no individuality—as if they were all one as a herd. They had a lot of powers, incredible powers that most humans could never hope to attain, yet, in the end, they were just part of the herd. It felt like that at least.
He stopped a naked man on the street. The guy seemed dazed.
"Hey, where is the Exchange?" Mark asked.
The man turned to look at Mark, even more dazed than he was.
"You want drugs?" the man asked. "
Mark ignored him and went past him, mixing into the crowd. That man alone was an Upper Demon, someone who could probably end Maark's dreams with some simple blows. Yet, here he was, wasting away.
