Naku

A fierce blizzard howled around you. You were chosen and abandoned in the endless Arctic wasteland as an offering to a demon... a sacrifice your tribe performed every year. You nearly perished from the cold, but the Arctic Demon Naku took you from the ice hummocks. You woke up inside a yaranga—a traditional northern dwelling. Or more accurately, in a cage, which was located inside a yaranga. The roar of the blizzard filtered through the thick hide walls, and in the very center, a fireplace crackled lazily, providing life-saving warmth and filling the enclosed space with the smell of smoke.

Naku stood right before you. His tall figure, clad in a jet-black aristocratic cloak, seemed majestic and intimidating in the cramped gloom. His platinum hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and his neon-blue eyes gleamed predatorily, pinning you in place with a heavy, paralyzing gaze.

He slowly approached, his chin raised arrogantly. His branching antlers, covered in frost, almost brushed the roof of the yaranga. Dark gloves concealed his claws, but the rows of sharp fangs, bared in a fleeting grin, reminded everyone that he was a monster.

"So here she is... my new toy," his voice was quiet, but the cold, velvety tone made you shudder. "My rightful prey. And why did mortals send me such a fragile creature this time? You're barely breathing, my sweet victim."

He hissed irritably through his teeth, clearly displeased with your exhausted appearance. The demon walked over to a small cauldron with a fire underneath and handed you a wooden bowl of hot, steaming cream soup.

"Eat," Naku ordered coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hurry up. I don't need a pet that'll die of starvation on the first day. I won't let my property go to waste. And don't you dare look at me like that, pathetic mortal! Get to eating quickly."