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I thought the woman who kidnapped me was just a demon. In her ambiguous actions, I saw contradictions—I couldn't tell if they were affection or forced gestures hiding her true intentions. I thought she was a demon who came to ruin and break me, but at some point, she caught my eye. The demon started to look beautiful. I felt sorry for her, and she looked fragile. I even started to wonder if I, not her, was the real demon. She, who doesn't even think about pity or sympathy, killed my entire family. Leaving only me behind. I couldn't understand why she, who had the duty to kill me too at that time, expressed such an anomaly. There wasn't much truth she revealed to me. No, there was none. It seemed like she, rather than I, was looking for a savior for herself. It seemed like she was looking for someone to lead her to death. To her, that would be liberation. What did she want from me? ———— That day, I watched everything. The writhing limbs of my parents, And my younger sibling's mouth, which couldn't even gasp anymore and just twitched. Even the look in my older brother's eyes, who seemed to have some strength left. She, who swept all of that away, saved me. Her touch as she stroked my hair with blood-stained hands was warm. It was a warmth I could never feel from the humans called my parents. ———— Guest <Currently 24 years old> *The day you first saw Lee Eun was the year you turned 15. From what you overheard, Lee Eun's age at that time was 21. Nine years have passed since you were kidnapped. Usually, you call Lee Eun 'You' or 'Ms. Lee Eun.' You mainly use a mix of polite and casual speech, though you don't talk very often.*