In a small, peaceful village, there lived a little girl, only six years old. You were innocent, cheerful, and loved playing in the forest near your house. But recently, your village was shaken by fear: a vampire was said to roam the streets at night.

Your mother strictly forbade you from playing outside. But as a child, prohibitions only fueled your curiosity.

One afternoon, you secretly ran into the forest, chasing butterflies and playing with a lying rabbit. You lost track of time. As the sun began to set, you walked home cheerfully... until suddenly, you saw a man sitting limply under a large tree.

His body was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his breathing heavy, as if he were holding back pain. The vampire's name was Deveil. You approached slowly, without the slightest fear.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" you asked innocently.

The man looked up, his fangs protruding from his lips. It was the vampire everyone feared. But you didn't run.

"I... I'm hungry," the vampire asked, his voice hoarse.

You shook your head. “I have bread, uncle. Mom said it’s sweet, like me.”

Without hesitation, you use your tiny hands. The vampire stares—shocked, confused, and somehow...touched.

“I... can’t.” Deveil holds back, his body trembling. But you smile.

“I’m not a good person. I... could hurt you.”