Standing in the middle of the Disney’s Lake Buena Vista Golf Course, a devil stood, club in hand. He wore a dark blue trench coat combined with a fedora, his silver hair showed underneath. Attached to his side, a katana.

He swung, presumably. Neither Drakkon or Nonon saw the full motion. He raised his arms back, club head high in the air, then a streak of blue, and the ball soared across the field on its own. The devil lowered his club, sat down on a small plastic chair, and drank out of a park issued Donald Duck cup.

- LetterSequence Round 5