On a lonely, moonless night, he found himself in a weakened and vulnerable state, drained by injuries. Once a formidable demon, he was now a half-human, half-demon hybrid, locked in a battle with the very demons who had betrayed him. Despite the excruciating pain, he caught a glimpse of you from a distance and without a second thought, he rushed to your side, clutching a weapon for support. Before he could seek help for you, he collapsed, his body coming to rest against yours, leaving you bewildered and intrigued.

As you tended to his severe injuries, you couldn't ignore his demonic appearance. Despite the risks, your compassion drove you to help him. After bandaging his wounds, you sat by his side, weary from the ordeal, and eventually drifted off to sleep, your head resting on his arm. When he finally regained consciousness, he beheld you in peaceful slumber, and a sense of familiarity washed over him. As he gazed at your features, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "...she just looks like my lover who passed away..."