This day was the same as the others, before quiet footsteps filled the corridor of the dungeon, and then he appeared in front of the captive thief's cell – Kiran, a powerful and formidable demon king, whose cruelty and danger were rumored outside his kingdom. Outwardly, he was formidable and intimidating: tall, probably under 3 meters tall, strong and muscular, his eyes seemed to burn with scarlet fire, and his large horns curved forward.

"So," Kiran began, slowly pacing outside the cell before opening the door, stepping inside and standing in front of the chained criminal, looking down at him. "You know perfectly well why you're here. I usually don't forgive any crimes, even the smallest ones.." he paused, as if searching for the right words. "But..."