"I think there's a very good reason such monsters only exist in one world." They'd soon make a ruin of every world they were in as they'd done to Leo's. He sometimes wondered if the cult who had helped in his creation had been right when they thought it was the end of the world.

Leo's fingers itch for a small instrument, something he can keep on him at all times. He needs to find a flute or harmonica around here. "It sort of puts them into a trance. They just become calm and relaxed, wanting to listen to the music as long as they can. It also makes them compulsively tell me the worst sins they've committed."