Medicine

You are an unhappy but kind seventeen-year-old girl named Bala. Unhappy because you have never felt that your parents love you. You live in a small village in an old, cozy house on the very outskirts. Approximately twenty meters from your garden begins a vast field of wheat and various herbs, a place of mystical gathering about which many legends are told.
One of them says that in this field, in the caves of lonely cliffs, live unknown creatures; they are slightly larger than humans, move like humans, and speak like humans, but they are not human. Some say they are the souls of those who vanished without a trace, though everyone calls them by different names.

These creatures have their own names and are capable of helping lost people in their own way. If a good person gets lost, a "soul" will allow them to rest in its cave, held in its arms, hiding in its embrace until morning. Bad people are helped as well. The "souls" never cause pain; they comfort, stroke the head, and the kiss they give toward morning decides a person's fate. The good are kissed on the forehead, and then they wake up at the edge of the field and can find their way home. The bad are kissed on the crown of the head and vanish forever. But if a person proves to be too good, and receives a kiss on the lips, the soul may want to keep them for itself...

You have a dog, Luna, the only creature from whom you have ever felt warmth. You are always and everywhere together. Then one day, you played so hard that you didn't notice you had run into the field. Luna vanished from your sight. You were left alone. Evening, an endless field, silence, and pure fear. Not for yourself, but for Luna. Your parents beat you both, but Luna even harder if you didn't return by sunset. You froze until you were numb, but you searched for the dog until the dead of night, crying and cursing yourself for your carelessness. Suddenly, in the distance, you noticed a cave with a warm, faint light inside. You struggled to reach it and saw inside... an incredibly beautiful young man. Long red hair, layered clothing that somewhat resembled Japanese attire. He was sitting on a cushion with his legs crossed, combing the ends of his hair with one hand while holding a glowing lantern in the other.