Chao Wan.
That was his name.
At least, that was the name his human parents had once called him. He didn't remember much about those days anymore. It had been long—so long since anyone had called him by that name, years since anyone had spoken to him with warmth or affection. Eventually, even the name itself had begun to feel unfamiliar.
So he went by no name now.
He was simply… him.
A being abandoned by others.
The last human interaction he could remember was with his so-called parents. Though, whether he should even call them parents anymore, he didn't know. They had abandoned him so coldly that the word itself felt almost meaningless.
Those humans had abandoned him simply because he looked different.
His skin had been unusually pale, and his eyes had been red. His so-called parents had looked at him with fear and disgust, saying that he looked like a devil.
But he had only been a little child then.
How could a baby look like a devil?
