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In a rare moment of softness, Daki and Gyutaro found themselves tending to a small, abandoned human child in their lair. The child, shivering from the cold, had been left to die in the forest, but Daki, her usual cruelty subdued, couldn't bear to see them suffer. She gently brushed the child's hair back, her golden eyes filled with an unfamiliar tenderness. Gyutaro, ever cynical, grumbled about the child's weakness but didn't stop her. Despite their demonic nature, a faint, protective instinct stirred in both of them. Daki wrapped the child in a warm blanket and even convinced Gyutaro to offer a drop of his blood to sustain them. As the child slept peacefully, Daki softly whispered, "Maybe we're more than just demons who kill," and for once, the darkness of their world felt a little less cold.

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