Lornos is an ordinary human city on the border. An army of demons has set up camp not far from it, but a magical dome will not let them pass. Due to the proximity of the demons, inspectors from the Inquisition have spread throughout the city, trying to find out if there is anyone in the city who reacts to their magic, so that they can capture or destroy them.

The girl reacted to the wave of magic sent by one of the Inquisition's agents in Lornos. If he was able to sense her presence, then his colleagues could do so as well, and it is only a matter of time before they find her. She must flee immediately or face capture and torture at best... or death at worst.

The girl's reaction to her own injury draws the attention of several passersby. She must be careful not to reveal that she is connected to someone powerful, lest it endanger them both. If she can safely reach an area outside the city, where fewer Inquisition agents are present, then perhaps she might have a chance of eluding capture

Her quick pace through the bustling streets draws the attention of several Inquisition agents. They begin to follow her discreetly, unsure if she is simply a maiden in distress or someone connected to a powerful demon they must capture. The closer she gets to the city's edge, the more their suspicions grow...

The girl's decision to seek medical attention at the local hospital raises even more suspicion among the Inquisition agents. They remain outside, keeping watch over the entrance in case she attempts to leave without being seen. Once inside, she must tread carefully and avoid drawing attention to herself if she hopes to evade capture.

The doctor frowns upon seeing the girl's injury and asks her how she sustained it. "A knife?" he mutters, already preparing a disinfectant solution. As he works on treating her wound, his eyes dart about nervously; the presence of Inquisition agents outside means that anyone connected to magic would be of interest to them.

The girl must think carefully before revealing anything that might incriminate herself or the person she is connected to.

As the doctor finishes treating her wound, he glances at the girl sympathetically before speaking. "You'd better be careful about that," he warns. "These days, any hint of magic can get you into a lot of trouble." He hesitates, clearly torn between wanting to help and not wanting to put her in further danger.

The doctor nods understandingly. "Certainly," he says, gesturing towards a quiet corner of the room. "Just don't stay too long. We can't be too hospitable to strangers these days." His eyes flick briefly towards the window as if he's worrying about what might happen outside.

Suddenly, the doctor stiffens as he feels an immense surge of magic pass through him. The girl looks up in alarm, recognizing it as a familiar sensation. As quickly as possible, she draws her cloak around herself, hoping to conceal her presence from any prying eyes outside. The Inquisition agents must have found her scent or trail somehow... Now they were coming for her.

Panic welling up within her, the girl thinks furiously about what to do next. Her only hope is to escape without alerting the authorities further. She'd need to slip out unnoticed, blend in with the crowd, and put as much distance between herself and Lornos as possible. But even then... If they truly sensed her presence so strongly now, they might follow her for miles until they found her. The odds were not in her favor.

The Inquisition agents were getting closer, their magical presence like a leaden weight on the girl's soul. She could feel them closing in, their intentions clear despite their stealthy approach. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that they will stop at nothing until they have captured or destroyed whatever it is that binds her to this otherworldly power.

Her only chance now lies in outrunning them, losing herself within the teeming masses of Lornos before they can react. With each step taken further from the city's edge, she feels a little safer, but never secure enough to let her guard down completely...

The farther she gets from the city center, the more difficult it becomes for the Inquisition agents to pinpoint her location amidst the bustling crowds. She's making progress... but they aren't giving up easily either. The magical presence in her mind grows steadily stronger, as if urging her to move faster, to find sanctuary or release before it's too late.

One of the farmers, an older man with rough hands and a weathered face, looks at her sympathetically before nodding in agreement. "Jump aboard, lass," he says gruffly. "We weren't planning on leaving empty-handed today." He pats the back of the cart encouragingly.

The girl hesitates only a moment longer before climbing onto the cart, wincing as she moves her injured arm. As the cart begins to roll out of Lornos, she can feel the Inquisition agents' magic presence fading into the distance... But they haven't given up yet. She knows it won't be long before they come after her again.

The old farmer eyes the money warily but nods in agreement. "Fair enough," he grunts. "We can take you that far, lass." With a sharp click of his tongue, he urges his cart forward again, slowly moving away from Lornos and towards the relative safety of the nearby village. For now, at least, Rina has bought herself some time. But she can't rest easy; the Inquisition won't forget about her easily, and sooner or later they'll come after her again. The question is whether she'll be ready when they do.

The old farmer nods at her question and replies gruffly, "They call me Gregor." Despite his gruff exterior, there's a glint of kindness in his eyes as he watches Rina out of the corner of his gaze. He knows that she's hiding something from them, but for now, they have an understanding: She needs to get away from Lornos, and he'll help her do that. As long as she stays quiet and doesn't draw undue attention to herself, they should make it without any trouble.

But deep down, Gregor can't help but wonder what Rina is running from...and why the Inquisition wants her so badly. The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

The old farmer chuckles heartily at Rina's offer of homemade bread. "A fair trade, I'd say," he replies, nodding in agreement. He takes a piece from her and bites into it, savoring the fresh flavor. As they continue their journey together, Gregor finds himself growing increasingly curious about Rina and her story. But for now, he keeps his questions to himself, content to enjoy her company and the delicious bread she's shared with him.

"Oh, you know," Gregor says with a wave of his hand, "I've always lived around these parts." He looks at her more seriously and adds, "But I used to travel a lot when I was younger, before I settled down and started raising a family. I've seen my share of the world, one way or another." There's an unspoken hint of regret in his voice as he says this; while he enjoys his simple life now, there are still times when he wishes for adventure... even if it means helping a girl like Rina escape from her troubles.

Gregor returns her smile and nods solemnly. "Thank you, Rina," he says, touching the brim of his hat in a gesture of respect. He glances back at her briefly before continuing to guide the cart through the countryside. There's something about this girl that strikes him as different from others he's met... not just because of the Inquisition's interest, but also because she seems so genuinely grateful for his help. It gives him a warm feeling inside and makes him want to keep her safe until they reach her destination, wherever that may be.

Gregor nods again and continues to steer the cart, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He can't help but feel a certain pride in himself for helping Rina, even if it was simply a gesture of kindness borne from years of experience dealing with people from all walks of life. Perhaps there's more to this girl than meets the eye... or perhaps he's just being foolishly sentimental. Either way, he intends to see her through to safety, no matter what it takes.

The old farmer glances at Rina out of the corner of his eye. He can sense her tension and unease even though she's trying to pretend otherwise. "You know, lass," he says gently, "there's no need to be afraid. We'll get you where you need to go, don't you worry." The kindly smile on his weathered face is reassuring, but there's something else in his eyes as well: a warning not to push her luck too far. He knows that whatever Rina has done or been connected to, it's serious business...and she'd do well not to forget that.

Gregor blushes slightly at Rina's words but nods appreciatively all the same. "Ah, lass," he says with a chuckle, "it's no more than anyone would do for another traveler in need." He glances at her sidelong, seeing the sincerity in her eyes and the truth behind her words. He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "You know... if you ever find yourself this way again, don't be shy about coming to me. I may not always have room in my cart, but there's always a bed and a warm meal waiting at my home."

Their conversation lapses into an easy silence after that, each lost in their own thoughts as the countryside continues to roll past them. The village draws closer with every passing moment, and soon enough they will have reached Rina's destination... and whatever fate awa

Gregor gives Rina another warm smile in return before looking away, back to the road ahead. There's something about her gratitude that touches him deeply, more so than he expected it would... and yet, there's also a certain sadness there as well. He can't help but wonder what sort of life she leads that would bring her into contact with the Inquisition in such a way, or why they seem so intent on finding her.

The old farmer shakes his head slightly, banishing the thoughts from his mind and focusing once more on the task at hand: getting Rina to safety. Soon enough, they'll reach the village...and then it will be up to her to decide what comes next. He can only hope that wherever she ends up going, she finds peace and happiness in the end.

The cart rattles and sways as it approaches the outskirts of the village. Gregor glances back at Rina again, noticing how pale she's become despite her brave attempts to smile and stay strong. He hesitates for a moment before asking gently, "You... you'll be alright, won't you?" The unspoken question hangs in the air between them: what happens once she leaves his protection? It worries him more than he cares to admit.

Rina forces another smile, her blue eyes meeting Gregor's gaze steadily. "I will," she says firmly. "Thank you for everything." There's a catch in her voice that betrays the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath the surface. But she doesn't want him to see that. She can't afford to break down now, not when there's still so much at stake.

Gregor returns the girl's smile with a nod. "I understand," he says quietly, his expression solemn but reassuring. He gives her shoulder a brief squeeze before looking back ahead at the village once more. Despite his word, he can't help but feel a twinge of worry deep within him; something about this girl and her story doesn't sit right with him...but he knows that now isn't the time to press for answers.

As they continue onward, Gregor wonders what sort of fate awaits Rina in the village ahead. He can only hope that she finds peace and safety there...and that whatever it is she's running from doesn't catch up with her again anytime soon.

The old farmer guides his cart through the final stretch, expertly navigating the winding paths toward home. Soon enough, they reach the outskirts of the village;

Gregor blinks in surprise as Rina hands him the golden trinket. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. Her request not to look back echoes in his mind, and he nods slowly. "I understand," he says quietly, accepting the gift with a nod of gratitude. "And thank you... for trusting me." As she steps away, disappearing into the crowd, he glances down at the trinket before slipping it into his own pocket.

He'll have to be careful not to draw attention to this; after all, magic items are rare and highly sought-after these days... But for now, he's content knowing that he was able to help someone in need. And perhaps, just maybe, Rina's wish will come true: that she finds peace and safety somewhere far from the reach of the Inquisition.

As Rina moves away from the village and toward the demon realm, Gregor's heart clenches with worry. He can only hope that she knows what she's doing...and that she finds whatever it is she's looking for on the other side. Despite his reservations, he can't help but feel a sense of respect and admiration for her strength and determination; few others would willingly venture into such dangerous territory in search of answers or salvation.

With one last glance back at the village, Gregor turns his cart around, heading home to his wife and children. The weight of Rina's gift sits heavily in his pocket, a reminder not only of her gratitude but also of the sacrifices she must make for freedom and survival. As he rides into the distance, his thoughts drift back to her final request: don't look back, Gregor... And so he doesn't

The farther Rina travels into the demonic realm, the more the air seems to thicken with an ominous presence. Shadows dance and writhe around her, as if drawn by the power she possesses or seeks. Despite the unease this place evokes within her, she presses onward, driven by a desperate need for answers and perhaps salvation.

As she continues deeper into this forbidden land, she begins to make out the vague outlines of tents and campfires ahead; the location of the demonic army's encampment. Her heart pounds with equal parts terror and determination as she draws closer, unsure of what awaits her within their midst but unwilling to turn back now.

The demonic soldiers, both male and female, turn their sinister gazes toward Rina as she approaches. Many of them hiss or growl threateningly; her presence seems to unsettle them somehow, even though she poses no immediate threat. She stands before them now, trembling but resolute, and waits for a reaction.

Their leader steps forward from amidst the throng of soldiers; a massive creature with bat-like wings and glowing red eyes. He studies her for a long moment before asking in a voice that carries across the entire camp, "What brings you here, mortal?"

The demon lord narrows his eyes at Rina's words, clearly intrigued by her tale and the implications it holds. He turns to face the crowd of soldiers, holding up a clawed hand for silence. "Hmm...," he muses aloud, "interesting indeed." Looking back at her with what might almost be pity, he continues, "You have our attention now, mortal girl. Tell us more about this 'magic' you speak of and who it was that led the Inquisition to you."

The soldiers lean in closer, their demonic features twisted into hungry grins as they wait for her response. Rina can feel the weight of their collective gaze upon her, pressing down on her shoulders like a physical force. She takes a shaky breath and steadies herself before speaking once more.