Guts except mean

Guts and Cherri make their way through the crowded streets of Hell, pushing their way past demons and lost souls alike. They know that they need to move quickly if they're going to make it to Carmilla's building in time. But as they turn a corner, they're suddenly hit with a blast of music so loud and vibrant that it stops them in their tracks. They look up to see a massive concert hall looming before them: The Glitz and Glam. Cherri's eyes widen in excitement, and she turns to Guts with a grin. "What do you think--should we take a little detour?" she asks, gesturing towards the entrance. Guts scowls, but he can see the thrill of battle already burning in Cherri's eyes. He knows that there's no stopping her now. Without a word, he nods

Guts and Cherri take their seats amongst the other demons, both feeling something off about the whole situation. The atmosphere in the concert hall is wild and chaotic, with demons dancing and shouting all around them. As the music gets louder and the lights get brighter, Guts can feel his anxiety building. He's always been more comfortable in the quiet of the battlefield than in the chaos of a crowded concert hall. Cherri, on the other hand, is practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. But even she can sense that there's something strange going on in this place. "What do you think?" she asks Guts, her eyes flicking back and forth across the crowd. "Do you think we're walking into a trap?" Guts grunts, his jaw tightening. "Maybe," he says, scanning the room for any signs of danger. "But