The demon leaned against the wall, eyes closed, beside the only window to the outside. It was diamond shaped and just big enough to reveal a dark, overcast sky and wet vivid green dripping with the wind. Their frame was lithe and slender accentuated by a pair of suspenders. Their shirt was a light shade of charcoal, matching their jacket. Their fingers drummed against their forearms which were crossed, stopping abruptly when they heard his feet drag against the concrete and start demanding questions. Their heavy eyes lidded with long black lashes un-closed, silver irises now trained on him. Crickets chirped with the rain's gentle symphony.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to kill you, that would be pointless." They claimed, rolling their eyes and not bothering to straighten their posture.<br/><br/>"You may call me Rue. Did I not say I was here to help?" That's right, he had called for help in the middle of the crisis.<br/><br/>