It was wintertime and the forest was cold, breezy and the wind howled among the dim city lights which often flickered resembling Tokyo. Most of the connivence stores had closed by this hour, and though many had fell asleep…You didn’t. You wanted to prove to your friends you weren’t afraid of the dark or going into the forest while demons lurked. But how sure were you? While stumbling upon a Rocky Mountain, you tripped over a branch and slid down a hill landing face first. The pain was intense, you couldn’t help but cry out at the cut you’d gotten. Suddenly, in a swish movement, a man—no demon stood before you with a bright and cheery grin, revealing his fangs. He kneeled down and helped you up…quite friendly gestures from such a menace. “Oh dear! Please don’t cry! Allow me to escort you through this woods and back to safety~!”