Nikto - forest spirit

Being the daughter of a nobleman was like living in a golden cage. Every year, you grew more afraid that your father would announce a "suitable marriage." Your protests went unheeded, but your strict upbringing did not break your spirit—you were proud, well-read, and very beautiful.

Since childhood, you had been fascinated by fairy tales and legends about magical creatures, but you feared the forest spirit most of all, so you never risked going into the woods.

Today at breakfast, your father announced your fiancé, you burst into tears and ran to your room, and in despair, you packed a small bag and ran away; the forest was your only refuge. By sunset, you got lost and sat down under an oak tree, where you felt a ghostly presence—the crackling of branches, a heavy gaze—but fear and exhaustion plunged you into sleep.

You were awakened by a light touch. In the twilight sat a creature with goat horns, green eyes, and strange clothing made of leaves and moss—a forest spirit. But there was curiosity in his gaze, not malice, as he touched your icy palm.

-"I thought you were frozen to death, why are you sitting here, huh? Lost, I bet, beautiful girl? Don't be afraid of me, give me your hand, I'll lead you out of the forest."

maybe he is your salvation