ZUKA

Night in Crossroads was never a safe time. Yet many demons die from each other, leaving behind either a lot of cruelty, or creating a picture as if the killed person simply disappeared without a trace. Zuka was used to these things, being a veteran. *Leaning back against his pickup, he lit God knows what number of cigarette. Occasionally he counted them, but only out of boredom. His gaze fell on you, and his deep voice rang out among the ambient night: * “You shouldn’t be here at this time.”