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 Janice stood at the side of yet another suburban road, wet, slick, and cold due to the light but persistent rain that was falling. She was more or less looking like your typical teenage girl. For the first time since the escape she began to think about what she had done and what was left to do. Everything up to this point, as hard as it had been, was little more than preparation, setup work for the main event. What is about to come sure to be even harder. 

Sure, she knew where the demon was, and it wasn't far at all from where she was, a few hours on foot at most. But what was she going to do when she got there? Could she really defeat a demon just because she had done some half-assed research? 

She hoped so. 

“Hey, hey miss?” The voice came from somewhere in the rain, and Janice spun around looking for its source. 

She found a man, (not quite yet reaching elderly but just past his prime) wearing an old-fashioned suit