Jugo held his head with both hands, making sure his entire body was still in one piece. The impact had sent the small bone-man flying into a dark alleyway.
"Where am I?" he asked, intrigued.
The contrast between the alley and the city's main districts was striking. He could barely make out faint lights coming from the small shops along the passage as he moved forward. The place was filled with women in flashy outfits—some looked just like Whisper: scaly green skin hidden behind maid uniforms.
One of them approached him.
"Hello there, little one~ Want to spend some time with Kamila, your favorite lizard girl?"
The woman ran her finger across Jugo's skull, massaging it gently. Jugo's body began to vibrate, and his cheeks flushed, turning his pale face into a bright rosy pink.
"Uhh... yes... please..." He was interrupted by a sharp slap to his face.
What am I doing? I need to concentrate! I have to find Whisper again... but how? I don't know anything about this place.
Jugo quickly pulled away from the fiery lizard woman, dodging the countless attempts from the other ladies.
Clack.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a deep voice barked.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I started running without looking!"
Jugo was on the ground. His rear had landed right in a damp puddle of stagnant water. He looked up to see the body of a massive minotaur wearing a pink dress. The enormous bulges on the minotaur's chest, revealed as the creature turned around, made Jugo's jaw drop—literally—to the ground.
"Sir?! How dare you say that to a lady like me!"
The minotaur rolled up its hooves and tilted its head forward. With its horns exposed, it charged at Jugo, who was already scrambling away in terror.
"Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!!!" Jugo lamented not having appreciated his situation better as he found himself airborne once again. "You're a very beauti— ahhh!"
"Oh... thank you..." the minotaur replied, blushing. "Come back soon!"
For a moment, Jugo observed the nighttime landscape of the great city from high above. There were no cars with annoying horns, no glowing skyscrapers, and no planes covering the sky. Instead, he saw a society—people enjoying themselves and laughing throughout the neighborhoods.
What a beautiful place...
Jugo's vision suddenly cut out. His head was now wedged into the pavement.
"I hope I landed in a better spot this time..." he said, his voice laced with sadness.
He felt a slight tingling in his foot.
"Excuse me, sir, are you alright?" The voice sounded concerned. It was warm and melodic, almost like an angel's choir.
Suddenly, Jugo's vision returned. His body was upside down, and he felt dizzy from so much flying through the air.
"Yeah... I'm fine."
The blue fire in his eyes spun around his sockets. When they finally settled, he couldn't move them; they were fixed on only one thing.
Her—her underwear... it's pink...
A devilish and uncharacteristic grin spread across Jugo's face.
"Heh... hehe... pink..." The dizziness had wiped all rationality from his mind.
A swift movement sent Jugo flying again, this time crashing against a wall.
"Ah! You perverted skeleton!" the young girl shouted.
The skeleton hung there, impaled on the wall, staring at a neon sign with one flickering letter.
"Welcome to—" One of the flames in his eyes flickered out. "Aogiri's Café..."