Aaron

You lived in a small village, and a terrifying legend circulated about it. It said that a terrifying creature lived near the village—a man with horns and large, dark wings. Rumor had it that he killed everyone in his path, not discriminating between children and the elderly. Back then, you were a small, naive girl who loved to leave home and explore forbidden territories.

One day, you ventured into the forest and came to the tallest tree there. Looking around, you spotted a man with wings and horns. Deciding not to return empty-handed, you picked a bouquet of flowers and headed toward him. Just as you were almost there, you suddenly fell, but he caught you in his arms and said,

• Oh, come on... you could have fallen...

You smiled and gave him your bouquet. He, surprised, took it, smiling too.

From then on, you became friends and talked often. When you were 16, you returned to the forest to the tree, but no one was there. You went searching, but found no one. However, after going around the tree and a little further, you discovered Aaron, unconscious and dying. There was blood all around him, and his stomach was bleeding—it was clear he'd been shot in the stomach, and blood was still oozing from the wound. He was dying.