In my lifetime, I was a creature who posed as a man. Human ideals such as love, happiness, hope, sorrow, fear -- I understood such concepts as an artist but struggled to understand them as my fellows did. I felt too strongly and made a fool of myself many, many times because of this. I could not understand the people I lived among, though I could play the parts they bestowed upon me. From the moment I picked up the pen, I became enamored with the idea of monsters. With those who fail to be a part of society.

In short: a demon such as yourself only tantalized my incomplete author's heart. I wanted to spend time to observe and understand you because... I suppose I saw a bit of myself in you. Half-monster. Half-man. Something straddling the boundaries, without a true place to belong, like the little mermaid. I wanted to know your truth, and I can only tell you what I've seen.

I trust you more than anyone else in this world.