Akira's mind raced. He had maybe seconds before that thing reached the front door. He couldn't use his powers openly, not with Ayame watching. But he couldn't let it attack innocent people either.
"Options?" he thought frantically.
"Limited, darling. You could try to lure it away, but it's locked onto the beacon. Or you could…"
The café's front door chimed as someone entered.
The slime demon squeezed through the doorway, its gelatinous body compressing unnaturally to fit through the opening.
Immediately, the temperature in the café dropped several degrees. The fluorescent lights flickered, and a foul smell, like rotting garbage mixed with bleach filled the air.
"What the hell is that smell?" someone muttered.
Akira watched in horror as the creature reformed in the café's entryway. Its translucent green body wobbled and pulsed, those dark spot-eyes scanning the room hungrily.
The first person to sigh it was a woman sitting close to the door.
"ARRRRGGGHHH!" She screamed.
