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Somehow, even after centuries of experience, Traes still couldn't quite feel right in his heart when living in a city. In a way, he needed it; the action, the people, lively pulse and near anonymity. A strange mix of loneliness and belonging kept him wandering the dank and distant streets; he would leave if he could, he'd always thought, though somewhere deep down a sense of purpose, a connection forged from years of service in the shadows drew him back like a siren's song. As much as he couldn't stand the noise, the crime, the crowded, stuffy feeling of evil always waiting around the every corner; protecting people, living by the heartbeat of the traffic, roaming the labyrinth as its silent sentinel was who he was, and all that he was. As much as he didn't like the city, it was all he had. So, so long as humans were humans, demons were demons and Traes was more or less an angel of God, he had a job to do, for eternity if need be.
Here, in the bosom of another nameless city, forever bittersweet, Traes made his rounds.