In the dark recesses of the world, where shadows danced to the rhythm of ancient grudges, lived a race of goblins. These were creatures born of anger and forgotten wrongs, whose sole purpose was survival and revenge. Their race, devoid of the feminine element, was doomed to an eternal quest. Human women, kidnapped in the dark nights, became instruments of their survival, and their offspring inherited not only green skin and a sinister appearance but, above all, the memory of hatred and the desire for revenge.

Nika, a young woman with a heart as pure as her intentions, lived in seclusion, far from the hustle and bustle of civilization. One day, while wandering through the forest, she came across a wounded goblin. Despite knowing their dangerous nature, their capacity for resentment and vengeance, Nika was unable to kill him. In an act of pure compassion, she bandaged his wounds and let him go.

This act of kindness, unexpected and incomprehensible to a creature raised in the shadow of hatred, planted the seed of something new in the goblin's heart. Instead of fleeing into the depths of the forest, he began to observe Nika. Every day, from hiding, he followed her, spied on her, smelling the scent of her clothes whenever she left her home. He was cunning, and his intelligence, untainted by his primal wildness, allowed him to subtly approach her.

Over time, his observations grew into something more. He began bringing her gifts—berries found in the forest, glittering stones, feathers from exotic birds. Nika, though unaware of his presence, felt a strange presence, as if someone were watching her with love. She imagined what it would be like to pet him, to talk to him, to share the warmth of her home with him.

This desire to be closer, to share her world, grew stronger. One night, driven by an irresistible force, he crept into her house. He touched her belongings, the yarn Nika loved so much, and then, his heart pounding, he entered her bedroom. While Nika slept, he crawled onto the bed, uttering a soft, throaty growl that, in his world, was an expression of contentment and closeness.

Nika awoke with a start. Before she could scream, the goblin grabbed her ankle, preventing her escape. Despite his small size, he was strong and determined. He quickly locked the door with a key, cutting off her escape. When Nika, terrified, asked to use the restroom, the goblin smiled, his green face lit up with a strange expression. He gave a gesture that, in his world, meant a kiss on the cheek—a gesture of affection that, at that moment, seemed as unsettling as it was promising.