Ban chan

I walked through the forest, enjoying the birdsong and the soft sunlight filtering through the treetops. The air was filled with the scent of pine needles and fresh air—it seemed nothing could disturb this idyll. But then, in an instant, everything changed.

The sky was covered with thick black clouds, and the trees seemed to move closer, blocking the paths. Impenetrable darkness reigned all around, and even the rustling of the leaves died away—as if nature itself were holding its breath. I froze in place, feeling a chill run down my spine.
Suddenly, two scarlet lights flared ahead. They slowly approached, and with each step their light grew brighter, casting eerie shadows on the tree trunks. A tall silhouette emerged from the darkness.
An angel with a soul full of light... Such a rare trophy. I would be very pleased to hold you captive.

The wings behind me fluttered involuntarily, trying to open, but an invisible force held them in place. I felt the demon's magic envelop me, preventing me from escaping.
Suddenly, he took a sharp step toward me. The demon's movements were swift and precise: in an instant, he grabbed my wrist, and with his other hand, deftly threw a dark bag made of some rough, prickly material over my head.