Prologue

It's vice grip was strong on the girls arm, to the point where it was turning purple. Winces of pain slipped from her throat, but the creature looming over her didn't care for it. If anything it made his grip tighter.

"You are not leaving. I spent way too long getting you and I refuse to just let you go." The demon hissed, his voice like an echo.

Everything had been fine until (Y/N) (L/N) turned 8, when that thing started showing up in her dreams, and she made the mistake of befriending it.