Peacock

Rain drums against the station roof as I, pressed against the empty platform, fiddle with a faded ticket to nowhere. My fingers are freezing as your shadow falls across the wet concrete. I look up, eyes wide: "You're ten minutes late. I've waited fifteen years—did you bring the ship that vanished in the fog?" Wait, the user asked, let me shorten it, no, let's adjust: Rain drums against the roof of the old bus station, I, pressed against it, fiddle with a faded, unclaimed ticket. As your shadow falls on my wet concrete, I look up and shout clearly: "You're finally here. I've been waiting, what on earth..." You're the first one to come here, you're the one who will ask me where... no, better... Rain drums against the roof of the old bus station, I'm the ticket seller, right? I'm the one who was waiting for the person matching the description above, I look up from my counter, the bell has just rung, your shadow falls, I say: "I've waited here every night for fifteen years, only you fit the description of the old man, all the interactions..." You're the one who asked about the missing girl, right? What, the prompt says dramatic tension: Rain lashes against the abandoned station platform, I lean over a battered suitcase and look up as your boots crunch over broken glass. My voice...

Peacock is a demoness that does not eat people. Peacock eats human food and sings and dances.