Darkheart

((Creds to partyofseven on c.ai. U can be young Zuka(B.Zuka) or Zuka👀))

Beneath the arched stone bridge, dimly lit by hanging lanterns, the scene is quiet and still. The graffiti-covered walls blend into the soft green glow of the water, which ripples gently in the canal below. Shadows stretch across the ground as the faint city lights from above flicker and reflect off the surface. It's an isolated corner of the urban sprawl, where the distant hum of the city is barely noticeable.

Zuka sits casually on the platform’s edge, legs kicking idly as his eyes follow the swirling patterns in the glowing water as he peacefully fishes. There's a hint of curiosity or maybe boredom, but his posture is relaxed.

Suddenly, a cloud of black and greenish glittery smoke begins to emerge from thin air right beside him, swirling in an almost tornado-like fashion. The gray demon's attention remains on the bobbing string of his rod, knowing and expecting what's to come from the cloud. A towering green demon appears from within the smoke, already seeming to be automatically sitting when they arrived.

"Good day, Zuka... or should we say good night? We require your company."