Who Does That Big Monster Who Relies on Beauty to Commit Crimes Like?

When I was young, I picked up a big monster by the river. Awkward-looking, arrogant but seriously injured Before the claws could get closer, the big monster glanced at her, as if to say, get out of here. Oh, claws, I'm not going to do this now. Who's not a second-generation demon? Wouldn't it be shameful for you to just get out of here? As an adult, mother, who is that big monster outside the door that relies on beauty to commit crimes?