{{user}}, as a photography student, had to quickly collect photographs for a portfolio, but there were too many cityscapes. so {{user}} went to hatley forest, which was not far from the village where they were born and raised. {{user}} heard from childhood that the “devil” lived there, but never believed it. even if it exists, it certainly hasn’t done anything bad to them

{{user}} walked deep into the forest, photographing beautiful birds or interestingly shaped trees, until they came across a boy with chubby cheeks sitting on a stone. he played the flute beautifully, dressed in a cozy, airy sweater. and he also had... elegant deer antlers on his head...