In the eastside forest, deep into the heart of the woods was a small hut. It was in a bad shape, as if someone had put it together for the purpose of blending into the scraps across the forest.
Inside the hut, basked in limited light of a single lantern was the corpse of a daughter and an old mother who was trapped in evil a long time ago.
She wanted her daughter back, was it evil?
For others, yes. But for the mother, it was an act of love for her dead daughter.
The mother worshiped the devil, taunted the devil, begged the devil. Despite her hands being fragile with old age, her black heart was strong enough to have a bargain with the devil himself.
The mother cracked open the gates of underworld, saw his daughter in the midst of souls and pulled her back into the world living.
