A long time ago, a boy sold his heart to a demon in exchange for belonging. For every century he lived, he had to take a life, and with every life he took, he died a little more. After seven hundred years, he was no better than one of his spirits, his grand manor turned into a haunting ground and the memory of his former glory faded into myth. Then, on the night of the summer solstice, a girl wandered into the wood. She thought she might die. He intended to kill her. Instead, she taught him how to live. He died to save them all.
I have never felt more distraught in my whole life
