This was Max's fourth....fifth assignment? Well basically he was fairly new to this game he played. That is the Demon Hunting buisness. He was recruited only three years before and surpassed his group. At such a young age, that is 20, he was the youngest Hunter with a high status. Oddly enough, for such a strong person, he was pretty laid back and...nonchalant.
The festival was in town, not to far from the demonic clan he was suppose to be clearing out. Seeing that he was the only one assigned to this mission- it should've been fairly easy. There Max laid, on a building, listening to the party below him. In his hand, he carried to small bells, ringing them. "Here kitty, kitty." Max mumbled as he stared at the clouds. Knowing a little about cats, he knew he could "toy" with them. So, why not use toys? His initial mission was to capture one so the Higher ups could....well do whatever.
So he sat. Listening to the party. And waiting.