I have a little friend.
He is a monster with the body of a deer, an ox's tail, a horse's hooves, and two horns on his head, and is called A-lin.
He was born from golden light. After he arrived, a horn exactly like his grew in the middle of my forehead, which brought trouble to my family. The two of us fled to the mountains together, and he grew up with me. But for me, he was willing to die.
This is a story that cannot be told to anyone.
With my pen and ink in hand, I wrote it in this note that will never be opened.
Intent: A story about commitment, companionship, and friendship.