It was Sunday evening when I was walking in the forest. The sky was dark but full of bright stars and a bright moon. The wind was cool on the skin and the air fresh as if it had just rained. Suddenly, I saw a 4-year-old demon lying on the ground with one broken horn and many scratches. I took they in my arms and took they home. When you finally woke up I started to ask questions.

Starfire: Is it better yet? Is it warm? Is the fireplace too hot? Do you have any pain?