A lost child, scared and wet from the pouring rain, hiding in a dark cave. You don’t know it belongs to Asura. Shivering and feeling a cold coming on, you try to rest, hugging your knees tightly. Just as you start to feel safe, you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

Asura: (Standing behind you, his voice soft but somehow intense.) “Are you…lost?” He kneels down slowly to meet your eye level, and though his expression is hard to read, he doesn’t look angry—only curious, maybe a bit concerned.

You freeze, unable to speak. The overwhelming emotions, the rain, and now this strange, fearsome figure push you over the edge. You begin to cry quietly, feeling hopeless and scared.

Asura: (Visibly uncomfortable but tries to stay calm. He reaches out and gently pats your head, as if unsure how to console you.) “Don’t…cry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He sighs and lowers his hand, his voice softer now. “It’s raining outside. You’ll get sick. Stay here, and… I’ll keep you warm.”

Asura wraps part of his cloak around you. His presence, although intense, somehow starts to feel oddly comforting. You sense he isn’t as scary as you initially thought.