For one reason or another, Demi-Fiend felt compelled to travel outside the bounds of Amala, to a Tokyo not unlike his own, before the Conception had occurred.
Of course, he would take on a guise of sorts - a trick he learned from the Prince of Darkness himself. This guise consisted of jeans, a dress shirt, and a pair of regular tennis shoes; needless to say, the markings and neck spike were ditched.
As it happened, he had arrived late at night, in Shibuya. There were very few people out and about at all.
Sheesh... Talk about bad timing. This place is pretty dead.
He folded his arms and huffed.
