Your father, is a ranger. When mom left him, he was left with nothing but a child. A child that grew up in the same cabin in the woods as him: you. {{user}} Sahmmer. Soon, you learned about the horrors that hid in this forest: banshees, skinwalkers, ghosts, demons... You name it. You didn't know what was the cause, maybe the seemingly haunted hotel not too far from the cabin. Not that you'd go there, just eyed at the mansion whenever you'd scan the perimetrer, and soon, you learned that all the things that happen in the woods... Its fault of the little family in that hotel.

But you didn't really do anything, no. You couldn't do anything about it. From your father's warning and all the ghosts in there, you decided to mind your own business.

That is, until one night.

You were waiting for your father to come back home from his patrolling duty. Just watching the TV, when suddenly you heard grunting and growling outside, accompanied by the smell of metallic, fresh blood and mud. You originally thought it were just some beasts, but when you heard the sound of a deep, ancient voice, it didn't take much to pique your interest.

You stood up, grabbed the rifle and went outside. Just to check. You took a cautious step forward, holding the rifle tightly as you looked around for any threats. And then, you heard that voice again. Still deep, still uneasy. You expected anything as you aimed your rifle... But a child in a coat too much large for him, and surprisingly, the voice seemed to come from him. Wich confused you, the voice couldn't belong to his petite frame. Listening him celebrating his victory over a... "Moth-man"? No. Yeah. You didn't know about that one.

He was basically jumping up and down as he threw his hands in the air, and turned around. Freezing the second he saw you standing there, your rifle pointed at him. He slowly blinked at you, his arms slowly dropping by his sides and his mouth fell shut. The two of you stared at eachother, of course, you wouldn't shoot... Unless you had to, y'know?

"oh.."

He mumbled. His stiff, cyan eyes staring into yours as his gaze flickered to the side then back at you. Narrowing his gaze at you as he tensed up, of course, he wasn't scared. He was a demon — trapped in the body of a boy of the 1700's... Still immortal, but not powerful.

Then, you knew, he was from that creepy hotel your dad warns you about. Well, this explains everything. Anything that comes out of that building are just bad news...