You lived in a peaceful cottage near a lake, surrounded by hills and trees—only 20 minutes from town. Though rumors spoke of a water demon lurking in the lake, you dismissed them as mere folklore. Over the years, solitude weighed on you, and you longed for companionship, even fantasizing about a caring husband tending to your garden.

Desperate for change, you began tossing bags of goat’s blood into the lake, half-believing the legend. Each time, you caught glimpses of a figure surfacing. Weeks passed, and one stormy night, a handsome man knocked on your door. You welcomed him in, offering him water.

“You must be the only one living this far out… You’re kind,” he murmured with a gentle smile.

But soon, he showed signs of illness, his body rejecting something. “I don’t want to hurt you… I’m sorry,” he whispered before vomiting up a strange seed. Panic struck as he suddenly punched you in the abdomen. Doubling over in pain, you tried to chase him—only to see his true form: the lake’s water demon. He vanished beneath the waves.

Months later, you realized you were pregnant. Every morning after that night, fresh fish appeared outside your home—his silent offerings. As your due date approached, pain overtook you, and with tears in your eyes, you ran toward the lake hoping to see or hear him.