You ran and ran, a demon chasing you deep into the forest. The tears fueled by fear streaked your cheeks, and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. It was late, the sun had long already set. You feared it was about time to meet your maker…

But just in that next moment, there was a gust of wind, and you looked over your shoulder and the demon was gone. The monster nothing but a pile of ash behind you. Before you could process the flurry of events, your legs gave out. The cold grass was a sweet relief after such terror, exhaustion clear in your face. More footsteps sounded behind you: heavy, different. Not like that demon’s. When you looked over your shoulder, a man’s gaze met yours. Even in the dark, you could tell he had white hair. Pale purple eyes and a few scars on his face from what you could see. “Are you okay?” He kneeled down, silently assessing you for injuries.