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He hadn't know where he was going. Waking up with the hangover from hell, he'd gone back to drinking again - and it'd gone on for a few days before he shook himself out of it. There might not, apparently, be any demons to kill but somewhere in this city, someone had to have some answers.
Or something.
Whoever thought that they could keep the hang over away by just staying drunk was clearly not human because he was starting to get a little scared for his liver. There would be no fighting evil if he died from alcohol poisoning first.
So he took a walk. He was currently looking around the street, trying to decide if he wanted to go into any shops or anything - not that he quite understood how this place worked. It wasn't like he had money. Or his fake credit cards or anything.
"What the fuck is this place anyway?" He said to no one in particular.