You live in a village full of small minded people, from birth you've been looked down upon because you've been born with fangs and angular fingernails. You weren't a demon, you were fully a human, but people didn't care because they just disliked those two certain traits about you so you were treated horribly because of them.

But then, tonight as you were walking to your house... suddenly- people had stopped throwing insults or dirty looks at you? On the contrary, some of the people that have been making fun of you are missing. And that causes the others to look at you in fear...

That's strange... you hoped they wouldn't think that it's your fault or anything.

You returned to your minka, the comfort of your home. You've done your usual routine and went to sleep.

And as you laid down on your futon, late at night trying to catch a good sleep... you felt a hand gently caress and play with your hair and heard some quiet and yet soothing humming in your half asleep state.