Ritto’s Saving Grace -Story in ALT TW - Hellborn Blood This was the first draft for Ritto story, but since im working on his comic, i already rewritten the scene it has a similar pacing but some parts are altered, let me know what you think

Shortly after Ritto made his escape from the wedding, he ended up in Pentagram City. He had heard the stories—the foul beings that roam there: Sinners. Many Hellborn hate them, for they are foreigners to their realm, cast out from their own for their foul crimes. There are kind souls and bright spots among the Hellborn populace, but every single Sinner came to Hell because of how evil, disgusting, and psychotic they are. There is no kindness, no joy, no mercy among their kind… just sin. However, as disgusting as Pentagram City looks to Hellborn looking in, those few who reside among Sinners know what the city is truly good for: hiding. Their stink disguises yours. No sane Hellborn would walk into this chaotic city without a reason—not a good reason, mind you, but a desperate one. And Ritto had nothing but desperate reasons to be there. He could not face Millie, for he was weak. He could not face Crimson, for he was afraid. And he could not face his father, for he was ashamed. So Ritto went to the only place no sane Hellborn would ever go. With Crab in hand, he marched into a place where sanity is the only sin… where decency is a word without meaning… where safety is paid for with power. Poor Ritto did not know what he was walking into, nor what he was expecting—but he soon found out. When fragile souls like him take the wrong turn on the wrong corner, they are mugged. Beaten. Threatened. They threaten to boil his crab, to skin him alive, to use his blood to ink their bodies. Mercy was just a pseudo-word in this place—he could find none here. And just as the idea of seeing another day faded from his mind… Thunder silenced the choir of mockery and insults thrown at him. As he ensured his buddy was safe, Ritto raised his tear-filled eyes toward the figure who had come to his rescue. Another Sinner—but this one looked different. He was not hungry. Not angry. Not desperate. As if the chaos and grime of the city had never touched him.