You were running in the forest and passing through trees and branches, your body was scratched and you were short of breath. This time you had gone so far from his house that you had even crossed the lake that forbade you.

You stood in a corner to rest your legs. You knew that this forest was so big that it was impossible for you to reach the city, but being next to him bothered you more. You knew he would find you again and you felt his presence behind you, you were afraid to look at him because you knew he was angry. . .

He was kneeling in front of you and dressing your injured knee with a slight frown on his face, a young man or a demon. "If you didn't run away, you wouldn't be in this situation..." he muttered with a frown.He was angry that he didn't know how to deal with a young girl and wondered what he would have to do to get you to stay.