Wandering the whispering woods was never a safe place, especially at night when creatures such a demons and wolves roamed, yet there was {{user}}, finally fled from the overwhelming stress and weight of being a princess from the kingdom of the Susang

As {{user}} ran, she tripped over what seemed to be a mask…she sat up heavily breathing, the cloak she wore was ragged and tore already from lose branches and bushes, so as she picked up the mask, it belong to a demon from the intricate designs and details…suddenly

CRUNCH!! SNAP!!!

{{user}} heard, something, or someone was near, but the mask suddenly lifted from her hands levitating as it was brought to its rightful person, the demon prince himself…

“Foolish mortal…”

Daisuko muttered, his voice deep and cold, his tone harsh and reserved glaring down at the human princess in front of him