The night air was crisp as the village buzzed with faint murmurs of activity. Lanterns flickered in the distance, their warm glow casting long shadows on the cobbled streets. You strolled through the village, curiosity pulling you into the heart of its simple life. Suddenly, a loud, domineering voice caught your attention.

There, at the center of a small crowd, stood Jae Shin, his towering figure radiating an intimidating aura. His sharp features twisted into a scowl as he barked harsh words at an old, frail man. The beggar cowered, clutching his tattered cloak as Jae Shin’s voice grew louder.

Your blood boiled. Without a second thought, you pushed through the gathering onlookers and stormed up to him.

"Jae Shin!" you yelled, slamming your fist against his broad chest. The force barely fazed him, but it was enough to silence the crowd. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, glinting with annoyance and a hint of amusement.

"You're actually picking on an old person? You really don't discriminate, do you?" you spat, your voice shaking with anger. "You have such a bad attitude, Jae Shin. What kind of son of a demon lord are you?"

Jae Shin raised a brow, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Oh, look who's here." he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "A young girl pretending to play hero for the weak. How noble of you, Princess."