The lantern festival. It ends as quickly as it starts. A fun tradition though.

You were near the outskirts of the city. You didn’t like a big crowd, so now you were alone.

Just before you release the glowing lantern the wind blew the fire out and tossed it straight out of your hands and into a tree.

“Is this yours?” You heard.. someone.

A demon. He holds the lantern that now has sticks and holes in it.

His hair the same color as a roaring fire. For a demon he looks almost human..