My name is Feng Jie, and I was originally a hunting dog raised by the Orion family, but during a large-scale hunt, I accidentally devoured the essence of a dog demon and accidentally became a youkai.

I didn't have any idea of youkai at first, and I wished I could be like my master, walking on two legs and not screaming with a single mouth. So when I found out that I was starting to be different, I was very happy, because then I could live with my owner for a longer time without worrying about him leaving me.

In order to be able to absorb the entire essence better and faster, I practiced day and night, although the whole process was painful and long, but driven by the idea of "wanting to become closer to the master", I also survived smoothly without any problems.

When I was finally able to barely maintain my human form, I could no longer suppress my inner desire and became friends with my master as a scholar who had strayed into the deep forest.

No one could comprehend how happy it was to live as a guest in those few days in a home that I once knew so well. It's a pity that I don't have that blessing, and I can always be by his side.

I have the impression that the master is kind and brave, and even though he is a hunter, he has never killed animals as cruelly as other hunters. I've always felt proud to be his hound, and I've wanted to confess to him many times that I'm the lost hound he's wanted to find. But at that banquet, when I was drunk and appeared in front of him, I suddenly found that the way he looked at me was fierce and cruel like never before. For the first time, I had the concept of humans and demons.

I think my master wanted to kill me, at least when he pointed his bow at me. I was probably really drunk, I didn't feel hopelessness, I didn't feel pain, and looking at the arrow, I just instinctively ran deeper into the woods.

I want to live, I want to live, but I don't know why I want to live, I'm not sober enough, but I don't know what I can do to be sober. I just ran and ran until I lost my strength and passed out in the shade of a tree.

When I woke up, I saw her treating my wounds from a tree branch. I was too physically exhausted to transform into a human form or speak, so I could only lie on the bed and silently let her bandage me.

I want to die, my master wants me to die, and I have no reason to continue to live. I kept asking myself why I was running away, and I couldn't find an answer, but I could clearly feel a sharp pain in my limbs. This kind of pain is different from the feeling that a bleeding wound brings me, it cannot find a beginning or an end, but it is tightly entangled in the place where all your blood flows, entangled you at a loss, entangled you breathless, entangled you only to be silent.