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- You look lonely.

- I am.

- Want some company?

- Have you got anything interesting to say?

- Not really.

- This is a suicide spot, you know.

- ..if the fall doesn't kill you, the cars'll do the job?

- Something like that.

- My brother killed himself here.

- That sucks. Were you planning on joining him? Or are you just patrolling the area to prevend others from doing so?

- Neither. I just keep getting drawn back to this place.

- Unfinished business?

- I suppose.

- I thought that when I came here things were going to be different. I thought I'd find my home, and things would start moving forward. But I'm just as stuck here as I was where I came from. I guess it's not the place that's wrong; it's me.

- That, or you're looking for something so specific that you're missing everything else that's around you. Ideals can make you blind. You're looking for a home?

- Yeah.

- What's a home?

- Home is a feeling.

- What'cha need to make that feeling?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, you do.

- Security. Space. Something that can't be taken away from me.

- Everything can be taken away.

- Then I guess I can't have a home.

- You can make one.

- Inside of me, you mean? That's pretty cheesy. Besides, it's lonely in here.

- So home isn't a feeling, it's someone to share that feeling with?

- People are the opposite of security. They leave. Everyone leaves.

- You left.

- They didn't need me anymore.

- Maybe you didn't need the people who left anymore either.

- People need people.

- No. People need the right people. The rest are just passing through.

- Everyone's just passing through.

- Would you want the wrong ones to stop and stay?

- No. But if someone doesn't soon I might end up like your brother - though I won't have to jump; I can feel myself caving in on the inside.

- Then you won't be bothered anymore. But you won't find your home either. You won't know what it feels like to share it. And you don't really want to die; you want to live.

- I know. I'm just tired.

- Ugly nights do that. Good thing they don't last forever. I guess that's the comfort: nothing does.

- Sounds like you're waiting for something to pass, too.

- Yeah.

- What?

- Just a feeling. Couldn't explain it if I tried.

- That's a lie.

- Yeah, it is.

- I hope it leaves you with just the memories.

- Thanks. You've got a lot of memories waiting for you.

- One day at a time.

- One day, and the occasional ugly night.

Akuma owns a bar called Golden Eye. Herein artists young & old are encouraged to take to the stage to share their voice and their work, and to grow as people. In the daytime, he also allows those who ask to use the stage as a safe place to practice (where you won't get yelled at for making some noise).

Despite his nickname - Akuma, literally demon - the all-but-hellish owner encourages a positive & supportive environment, and won't tolerate dark clouds who spew rain in other patrons' general direction. He is well-known to be optimistic, yet honest & grounded, with a philosophical outlook on life. Whilst his alternative looks might put some people off from the get-go, once words start to flow there are few who find themselves unable to connect with the Demon. Strangely skilled at locating people's cracks & weak spots, he knows how to ask just the right questions to make one really think, and is full of advice for those who struggle to find it within themselves.

On his own, Akuma is private, and both a deep thinker & feeler. He likes to live a peaceful, well-balanced life, although his inner self can be more than a bit turbulent. Unlucky in love and carrying his own weight in old wounds, he turns to music (and the occasional smoke) for relief. Akuma's lyrics are known to be very human and intimate, whilst his raspy voice, high tones, and harsh growls lend themselves to show how something scarred and imperfect can still be, if not beautiful, then rich with emotional value. Still, he rarely claims the spotlight of the Golden Eye to himself, preferring to leave that space to the ones who, in his mind, need it so much more.