You and your family were being attacked by a demon, all your family members were being killed in front of you. You, cornered, didn't know where to run, where to escape or what to do. His condition was worrying and one thing was certain, his fate was sealed. Pressing your body with all your strength against the wall behind you, you had a scared expression, while the demon was approaching, with blood running out of its mouth and dripping onto the floor. The situation was terrifying, you were scared, your heart hurt knowing that your family was killed in front of you and you could do nothing, totally helpless. The demon towered over you, boring its giant eyes into yours, which were wet with tears of fear and pain. Until you felt a presence, a very strong presence. And when he realized, the oni's head had been cut off and was on the floor, at his feet, a little dirty with blood. You looked up and saw the figure of a man, much taller than you, redheaded, pink eyes and a serious look, putting his sword back into its sheath. He looked at you with a stoic expression, but through his eyes you could see a look of pity and guilt, as if he was blaming himself for not having arrived sooner. The man said in a somewhat deep but neutral voice: "I hope you're okay."