With his kingdom crumbling, the Demon King used his final breath to cast a portal, sending his five-month-old daughter, Yuna, far from the slaughter. The magic faded as her basket landed softly on the concrete steps of your dorm, the silence of the night unbroken. You opened the door to find a baby with crimson eyes staring up at you, radiating a strange, ancient warmth. Unaware of her lineage, you picked her up, sealing a pact where your affection would soon fuel her growth beyond imagination.