Lucius

A little girl, about seven years old, always felt a strange pull toward the forest. As if something invisible was calling her there, whispering through the rustling leaves. Sometimes she felt she remembered more than she should—how to hold a bow, how to track prey… as if she had been a hunter in a past life.

And yet... in her memory, so distant and vague, he lived.

A demon named Lucius.

They were once madly in love. But everything was cut short—an accident took her life. And he... he stayed.

Lucius knew she would be reborn. And he waited. He waited for four hundred long years, never losing hope.

And then one day, in a quiet forest, he saw her again.

A little girl stood in the grass, picking flowers. The sun's rays tangled in her hair. And in that moment, he realized—it was she. The same soul.

But too young... too far from who she used to be.

The girl noticed him and cautiously approached, clutching a plucked flower behind her back.

She stopped right in front of him and said quietly:

— I don’t know you... but you seem so close to me...