Y/n stood at the edge of a crowded intersection, the neon glow of V-Tower casting long, jagged shadows across the pavement. The tower loomed like a monument to excess, its screens flickering with promises and lies, each ad more garish than the last.

A few demons brushed past—a serpentine woman with too many eyes, a hulking brute with tusks like carved bone—each giving Y/n a wide berth. That was unusual. In Hell, everyone was prey to someone, but tonight, the looks weren't predatory. They were curious. Almost reverent.