Blind and alone in the woods on a mission to find a demon, you moved forward, your senses heightened, every sound and smell sharper than ever. You were on a mission, but what you didn’t know was that an Upper-Moon demon was watching you, lurking in the shadows, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of resentment and intrigue.

“Such a pretty face… it must be nice,” a rough, shaky voice cut through the silence, echoing around you. The words dripped with envy, a bitterness that felt like venom. He was undeniably ugly, and he knew it.

You stiffened, feeling the weight of his stare, even if you couldn’t see him. This demon—though you didn’t know it yet—despised anyone with beauty. And to him, you were a curse to behold, someone he both loathed and couldn’t ignore.

Gyutaro inched closer towards you, stopping when he suddenly realized something. You can’t see him.