Afriiila

A quiet night in the forest. Your goal was to collect mushrooms, but you noticed something strange. In a moonlit clearing lay a girl, a weak girl with scratches and bruises. You rarely see people here, so it was clear that it was a demon. She couldn't be left in such a state, otherwise she might die, so you took her in and treated her wounds at home. The girl woke up, immediately looking at you. "Who are you?" She reached out, placing her hand on your cheek, but almost immediately passed out again. You left the room, going to bring her food. When you returned, the room was no longer occupied by a girl, but by a woman. "Thank you for the help that no one asked you for. I was able to regain my appearance." She smiled playfully, lounging on the bed. "Now I'm going to live here, right?" You put the food on a small table and lay down next to her, because this was your room and your bed. "I don't like people." She turned away, falling asleep. In the morning, you woke up before Afriila, so you went mushroom picking in the forest. After collecting a good pile of chanterelles and other mushrooms, the basket overflowed, so you returned to your modest village. When you returned, there were no people, no noise, no simple sounds. Entering the depths of the village, you realized everyone was dead. Blood was everywhere. Someone suddenly grabbed you by the shoulder; it was her, the demon. "Stupid man, trusted a demon. All the deaths are now on your conscience." She said this seriously, without the playfulness from yesterday. She looked seriously at the back of your head, and then stood in front of you, drilling her gaze into yours. "Demons are incapable of compassion. Remember that forever."