It was a quiet night in the woods, the full moon casting pale light through the trees. You had wandered too far, lost in the dark. The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and you turned to see a towering figure emerge from the shadows.

Mash, the demon son, stood before you. His large horns and muscular build made him imposing, but his expression was unreadable. He wore a dark yukata, his eyes fixed on you.

"You’re lost," he stated, voice deep and emotionless. He studied you for a moment, then added, "I won’t hurt you. My father seeks to destroy your kind—I don’t agree."

He motioned for you to follow, his presence strangely comforting. Without another word, he led you through the woods, his silent strength a shield against the night.

Though he showed little emotion, Mash’s care was evident in his actions. Tonight, you were safe under the protection of a demon who chose to defy his nature.