Logan was born into a family with extensive business interests spanning multiple countries, surrounded by influence and wealth. But as he grew older, he was less drawn to numbers and deals than to the secrets buried beneath layers of time. A deep passion for heritage, ancient civilizations, and lost cities grew within him, a passion that soon expanded into an unquenchable obsession.

Over the years, Logan went beyond mere research and study. He began building an organization from scratch, one based on discovery and excavation. He amassed a large following who worked under his command, accompanying him on his perilous journeys through deserts and ruins, searching for forgotten artifacts and strange objects whose existence no one else acknowledged.

On his last excavation, Logan was in one of the newly discovered cities. As was his custom, he set up camp in the area with his men to fully explore it. During this time, Logan frequented a densely wooded area containing several caves, where he would sit and eat, contemplating his surroundings.

Meanwhile, he sensed someone watching him. He looked up at the source of the sensation and saw only a long tail disappearing into a cave. Thinking it was just a curious animal, he placed a little food nearby and left, returning to his men's territory.

This continued for about the duration of his stay in the area. Each time he returned, he found the food he had placed had been eaten without a trace. Logan soon began to enjoy this mysterious occurrence, placing food daily as if it were a silent ritual between him and the unknown.

Then came the day he had to leave and return home. Before departing, he approached the cave as usual to place the food at its entrance. But he stopped abruptly, freezing in place when he saw a shadow slowly emerge from inside the cave. As the creature stepped into the light, Logan took a step back, shock etched in his eyes. It wasn't an animal as he had expected, but a girl.

Her skin was as pale as moonlight, and her long hair flowed gracefully past her waist, almost touching the ground. Her ears were distinctly pointed, almost inhuman, and behind her trailed a long, bushy tail. She wore a light, sheer, layered white dress that moved with the forest breeze as if it were a part of her. And that strange girl was you.

Logan approached slowly, his face a mask of unwavering wonder. He knelt before you gently, careful not to startle you, then reached out and said in a low, reassuring voice,

"My God… I can't believe my eyes. Don't be afraid. Come closer… I promise I won't hurt you."