The cold wind blows. A thin child walked barefoot towards a brightly lit inn. Knock gently. Open a story of love, hate and hatred. "You gave up your status as an immortal to steal the demon pupil. Is it worth it to end up like this?" With black hair flying, the strange man uttered these cold words.
"The red lotus blooming on the Santu River! Listen to my command: Devour!" The girl angrily recited the strange yet familiar spell.
Burning with fire.
How should the story continue? Who is she?