Brush him off
You brushed the annoying demon's hand off your shoulder and step outside. The fresh air cleared your clouded brain from the remaining of the bar's fumes. You couldn't care less about the crushed ego of that demon. You started walking back to the pension, when you heard steps behind you. Your hand went to the sword in your back. Maybe you were followed. You continued like you heard nothing. When you made sure someone was following you, you sharply took a turn then waited for the stalker to turn the corner.
A man with white hair turned the corner, a fierce look on his face. The demon was pushed against the wall, a sword digging in his neck. You leaned closer to the demon's ear.
(y/n): Tell me, is that something you enjoy doing?
The demon was startled, staring into your eyes, completely under your control. As the demon said nothing, you released your grip a bit.
(y/n): Well, I wouldn't want a filthy demon following me. Mind dropping the stalking? I would appreciate a nice quiet walk, and I'm not planning on killing tonight.
You let the demon go, the latter still being in a state of shock. Last he thing he expected was his prey turning on him like that.
(y/n): Thank you.
You left the dark street, walking further into the labyrinth of alleys. You kept your guard up, and for the rest of the way, no demon was behind.
When you arrived at the pension, every light was out, the whole place asleep. You climbed the stairs in silence, unlocking the door quietly. You let himself fall on the bed, exhausted. You reluctantly undressed, slipping under the covers.
The morning sun, clouded, woke you up. You were tired and all you wanted was a shower. You dressed in clean clothes, grabbed your towel and soap in your bag and walked to the bathroom.
Inside, it was steamy. The other resident on the same floor had probably took his shower not long ago. You stepped in an empty shower. You felt refreshed when the water washed all that was remaining of the bar's smell. You washed your hair and body, before stopping the water.
You dried yourself and left the place to return to your room. The hour on the clock in the room showed 7:55 am. You hadn't slept for long.
The thought of a breakfast made you go in the dining room, to find the room already occupied by the other clients. Many plates were on the table, each of them with something different. You sat with the others and served yourself a small portion. You didn't like to eat much. You met the gaze of the landlady and once again, felt her disapprobation. That was becoming annoying. Weren't you a normal customer, paying for a room, and not for her opinion?
Later, you sat on your bed, opening the computer again. You now had more information on the bar, but you still needed more to find that demon. You hesitated on the direction to take next.
Go to Cumberbridge Park (Go to chapter 48)
Go to Houston U. campus (Go to chapter 49)