The tribal fear of the Demon is cultivated from childhood, etched deep within their genes.
The tribe is in a state of turmoil, its Leader ruthless, with food production declining day by day, leaving everyone in fear.
On top of that, the mysterious disappearance of the old Priest and the difficulty of the new Priest to manage the situation has led to rumors of "the Leader being bewitched by the Devil" or "the Leader provoking the Celestial God by collaborating with outsiders" circulating privately.
At such a time, to be pinned down in the dead of night by an oddly dressed creature, speaking the tribal language but looking inhuman, nearly made the native inside the small hut faint from fear.
Not to mention he had no power to resist Sunday; even if he tried his best, he couldn't be faster than Sunday's knife.
Living in such a secluded area, far from the center of the tribe, didn't help his situation.
