Demyx did not take a winter coat, he thought it might be too awkward. He didn't know how he felt about everything.

Of course, maybe he felt nothing about it, but he didn't think so.

For some of the day, he could be found playing his sitar, a unique looking and sounding instrument possibly for the world.

By nightfall, however, at least one night, at some point, somehow Demyx had found a sizeable net and he was sneaking around, net resting on his shoulder.

He didn't know if this world had the object of his vendetta, but just in case, he should be prepared.