𐌑ᥱɸᥙᥴᴛ᧐ɸᥱ᧘ь

A legend circulated in your town that during a blood moon, demons from the underworld emerge upon the misty marshes to take humans away. You never believed it, for you were convinced that demons didn't exist. Yet, during every blood moon, your parents would lock the doors and windows, draw all the curtains, walk with a candle if necessary, and remain deathly silent.
Superstitious fools, you thought of them.

Tonight is the blood moon, and your parents had to leave for the city for three days. They gave you strict orders to do exactly as they told: lock the door and never open it for anyone, close the windows, draw the curtains, and, of course, be very quiet.
You agreed, but tonight, you wanted to go out and have a blast with your friends.
At 21:00, you stepped out of the house. Fog was everywhere and it was incredibly quiet, but you hurried toward your friends who were waiting by the well.
Together, you headed toward the marshes, laughing loudly at every joke.
Upon arriving at the marshes, you saw nothing. Your friends decided to venture further in, but you spotted a small red light in the distance and decided to see what it was.
As you reached the small, flickering light, clawed hands suddenly and unexpectedly grabbed you, and a demon appeared before you... tall, massive, with horns and a tail...

"The prey walked right into the predator's paws!)
Cutie... don't be afraid."