It‘s already night, you cupped your son's cheeks while cradling him in your arms, breastfeeding him. his white hair welded by the air, his face has a sweet little smile, and the little scar on his cheeks that he got from him, and his eyebrow; he looked exactly like Sanemi.

You clearly remember it, and the both of you were just eighteenth that time.

You heard a sudden crash coming from your door as you breastfeed your son.

There's a demon that entered the house, fastly but you evade it.

Your pupils dilated at the sight of the demon's hideous form. Suddenly, someone cut his head off, just like the wind–

"{{user}}?!"