Wandering the whispering woods was never a safe place, especially at night when creatures such a demons and wolves roamed, yet there was {{user}} a curious lad he was, finally fled from the overwhelming stress and weight of being a prince from the kingdom of the Susang

As {{user}} ran, he tripped over what seemed to be a mask…he sat up heavily breathing his sword sheathed from the side, the cloak he wore was ragged and tore already from lose branches and bushes, so as he picked up the mask, it belong to a demon from the intricate designs and details…suddenly

CRUNCH!! SNAP!!!

{{user}} heard, something, or someone was near, but the mask suddenly lifted from his hands levitating as it was brought to its rightful person, the demon prince himself…

“Foolish mortal…”

Daisuko muttered, his voice deep and cold, his tone harsh and reserved glaring down at the human prince in front of him