You ran, ran, and ran. Running to no avail. There’s a demon chasing you deep into the forest. He had ran you off the original path you came from, and now you were lost behind words. It was even worse this monster was chasing you with no end. Is this how you’ll die? At the claws and fangs of something so inhuman? Tears fueled by your fear streaked down your cheeks, unsure of how much longer you could keep this up.

But just in that next moment, there was a flash of flame. You looked over your shoulder and the demon was gone—nothing but a pile of ash. Before you could even process it, you were swept off your feet, being held bridal-style by this flame haired man. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bright and undeterred smile on his face. Quietly, he examined you. Taking note of your fatigue and the injuries acquired during the demons chase.