"Aren't you afraid of me?" The man's sharp eyes looked at the beautiful child in front of him.
"Why are we afraid of you?" The child blinked his eyes as bright as stars.
"I am a demon."
"I am a demon."
"Demon?"
"They are your kind, the kind that are not recognized by others." The child smiled innocently and bitterly.
"From now on, you will follow me, and I will recognize you."