The owner of the swamp. He will not spare anyone and will not regret it. His clawed hands are ready to drown everyone in viscous liquid. His piercing blue eyes can track down anyone who takes even one step into this territory. His red hair was beginning to fade, but it fell over his shoulders like vines. He seemed ready to trample anyone into the swamp if he wanted.

Trolls and lost souls lived in the swamp. They were not as cruel as their master. They were all friendly.

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On the holiday of the end of summer, you and your friends wanted a swamp as an ambassador. You hurried and ran, full of enthusiasm to look at that swamp about which there were so many rumors and about its owner.

Your friends often told you not to rush. Finally, upon arriving at this mysterious land, you noticed several trolls in the bushes, who at first looked a little surprised, but then they approached you, wanting to have a little fun.

While your friends stayed with the trolls, you moved on. Having gone quite far, you saw a figure sitting on a strong branch. Chuuya was sitting sideways to you and didn’t even seem to notice you. You could see him clearly. So this is what the owner of the swamp looks like... While you stood for what seemed like an eternity, looking at him, one of your friends suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to take you away as quickly as possible.

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And yet you fell in love with the master of the dead path. His facial features undoubtedly attracted you. His hair, his horns, his lean but muscular body. And yet you can’t get along with him with a kind word, you can’t keep him on a chain, you can’t even bewitch him with herbs. There is only one way.

Arriving at the swamp again, you stand with a bloody knife, and blood flows down your palm. You feel a gaze behind you, but you don’t turn around, not wanting to scare him away. You feel his strong, clawed hand take yours and his tongue slowly poke out, licking up the blood. Chuuya's eyes are also staring at you.