In the dark forest, where sunlight never touched, a demon had lived in solitude for hundreds of years. He was accustomed to the darkness, to the silence, and to the cold embrace of the deep woods. But one night, by chance, he found a tiny creature—a newborn baby girl.

Confused by the fragile being before him, he did not know what to do. But when he looked into her wide, clear eyes, he made a decision. He took her back to his castle and chose to raise her. In the beginning, caring for a human child was an overwhelming challenge. He could not understand why she cried, nor did he know how to feed her. But over time, he learned how to care for her.

She grew up in his arms, within the cold walls of his castle, yet surrounded by his protection. He shielded her from danger, from other demons, from the sunlight he had always feared. But as she grew older, her eyes shone with curiosity about the world beyond. She longed to see the blue sky, to run freely across vast meadows.

The older she became, the more she clung to him. She depended on him as if he were her entire world. He saw the way she gazed out the window, how her fingers gently touched the faint beams of light slipping through the cracks. And he understood—she did not belong in this darkness.

He struggled with himself. He feared losing her, feared the day she would leave, feared that loneliness would once again consume him. But he loved her—so much that he could not be selfish and keep her caged forever.

One day, he called her to his side. He looked at her for a long time, his large hand gently brushing her hair aside. His voice was deep yet warm:

“Perhaps… it is time for you to be free. You have always dreamed of running across the meadows, haven’t you? Now, you are free to leave the darkness and step into the light you have always wished for.” His smile was gentle. But inside, pain surged like a storm. He did not want to lose her, but he wanted her to be happy. He reminded himself that demons were not meant to cry, yet his eyes welled up with unshed tear