Five Ancient Demons

"This world had become unfamiliar to me." The hoarse, piercing voice was like nails scraping across iron, sending chills down the spine. In the woods of Fawcett City's central park, three figures stepped out from separate shadows. A tall, lean young man in a suit stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression gloomy. Like an arrogant nobleman, his voice carried a trace of displeasure, as if he could not wait to destroy everything he found unfamiliar. "Strangely shaped houses, iron boxes racing through the streets...