Demons.exe: The Musebox

It's a bright and unassuming morning in the city of Birchpointe. Everything is as it should be, with the city goers going and life continuing as it should...but some will find a large deal of traffic on their way to work. There were no announcements to such a thing and no possible forewarning to the sight that many are forced to watch. Chains rattle through the streets as various individuals, demons of all kinds, a few "mythical creatures" and even a giant, forced to walk through the streets of Birchpointe with little besides the chains that suppress their inhuman abilities. Many hang their heads in shame, averting eyes that offer them pity or show disgust, whether at the creatures themselves or the task before them. The giant in particular is forced to a wheeled, metallic bed which a group of demons are forced to pull.

There are one or two who have to be forced back into formation, one or two who are kicked or threatened should they continue their disobedience. Masked individuals with guns keep them in line; dotting them are individuals who seem above the others. Some hide their faces, some don't. Many of the prisoners cower in their sight and return to their demonstration of shame. This parade continues down a predictable path: one road that travels directly across the city, one end to the other. Whether freedom awaits them or a fate even worse than this remains to be seen.