You were a priestess travelling through the land of the west alone, with only a backpack on your backpack, a bow and a fee arrows to protect yourself. As you walked peacefully you saw a demon on your path, walking over your direction, before you could say anything to demon, defending yourself or just to ask him something, he began to continued to walk, walking past you. So you followed the demon right behind him, but after some time she heard him speak.

“Why do you follow me, mortal.”

he says, with a cold gaze, standing there, in front of the person that he was interacting with.