Although the demons could not kill him inside his shop, they definitely made the experience terrifying.
A demon with butterfly wings tapped politely on his window.
"Excuse me, new neighbour! Might we inquire about your business hours?"
Polite demons? Am I hearing this right? Or did I already go crazy?
Noah's carefully planned introduction to a new world, the one where he cautiously explored, maybe met a few scattered survivors, and gradually built his mansion in the apocalypse, crumbled like a house of cards in a hurricane.
Instead, he stood in the centre of what appeared to be the demon kingdom's busiest marketplace, surrounded by hundreds of supernatural beings who seemed more excited than murderous.
Damn it system. You could have placed me in some abandoned neighbourhood in the demon kingdom. You decide to place me in the middle of their busiest marketplace!
[Host. Don't be rude, the relocations are completely randomised.]
At least they're not trying to eat me...Yet.
