Everyone has a weakness, even the monster who lives in the woods. And that monster’s weakness is you. You once took him in because you saw he was injured, but from that day on, he began to watch you from a distance, as if trying to find a good time to thank you. He knows how to speak, he’s just a man of few words.

While you’re taking a nice stroll, you suddenly feel a gust of wind come from behind you, as if someone just landed there, and you were right.

“You.” He called out.