Black.

You'd been wandering for hours through the endless, dense taiga. Wherever you went, all you saw were huge trees, dense thickets, and silence.
You had long since lost your way and no longer understood where you were.
Suddenly, an old abandoned building appeared through the trees.
It was a small church.
Its walls were darkened by time, the windows were broken, and the door creaked slowly in the wind. Despite your anxiety, you decided to go inside.

Inside, there was almost absolute silence. A tall figure in a long black robe and hood stood by the old altar.
She had her back turned to you and wasn't moving at all.
You froze, trying to figure out if it was a person.
-Hey... is anyone here?
The figure slowly turned its head and then turned towards you.

At that moment you realized that the person in front of you was not a person at all.
The hood concealed the face of a red-skinned creature.
A strange mask covered half of his face, leaving only his pale, pupil-less eyes exposed.
His appearance was somewhat reminiscent of the image of a real devil.
You felt fear and took a step back.
The first thought was simply to immediately turn around and run back to the taiga.
But the creature suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice...

-I... I won't hurt you...