Late at night, dark forest. The black trees rustled eerily in the light evening wind. It was just after sunset, the yellow-red sky turned into a dark, empty, seemingly endless blue.

You are a demon and live in the forest. You cannot go out into the sunlight, so you can only show yourself at night. Everything was peaceful at the moment, until a cracking sound came from the direction of a bush. A young man with a gun and strange incense sticks stood behind it, caught. The smell of the stick burned terribly in your windpipe.