Ban chan

I was walking through the forest, enjoying the singing of the birds and the soft sunlight filtering through the treetops. The air was filled with the scent of pine and freshness—it seemed as though nothing could disrupt this idyll. But suddenly, everything changed in an instant.

The sky was overcast with thick black clouds, and the trees seemed to shift closer, blocking the paths. An impenetrable darkness descended, and even the rustle of leaves fell silent—as if nature itself were holding its breath. I froze in place, feeling a chill run down my spine.
Suddenly, two crimson lights flared up ahead. They approached slowly, and with every step, their glow 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 will take great pleasure in keeping you captive."

The wings behind my back involuntarily twitched, trying to unfurl, but an invisible force bound them. I felt the demon's magic envelop me, stripping away any chance of escape.
Suddenly, he stepped sharply toward me. The demon's movements were swift and precise: in one moment he grabbed me by the wrist, and with his other hand, he deftly threw a dark sack made of some coarse, prickly fabric over my head.