I Became Blind After Making a Deal with a Demon to Save My Daughter

Kaito's heart raced like a wild drum as he learned his daughter was in danger. He bolted down the fire escape, his feet barely touching the metal steps, barely in control.

Suddenly, a step crumbled beneath him, sending him spiraling. "Ahh!" Instinctively, his hands shot out, grasping the railing, saving him from a plunge of three stories.

The muscles in his arms protested like they hadn't moved in ages since before Mina's birth. Panic bubbled up in his chest, pulling at the corners of his eyes. Could he push up?

He glanced down, the ground far below looked like a cruel end waiting for him. No! Not now—not when Mina needed him. He imagined her face, urging him to fight against gravity.

"Fuck! Shit!" His voice slipped out in a whisper, gritty with desperation as he dangled in the void, muscles straining against the unforgiving pull of the abyss.

"God, I'm not a religious man," he thought hurriedly. "I don't even pray. But please—let me save her. She's innocent!" With that thought driving him, he grunted and pushed.

Cold air mixed with the heat of his panic, sweat trickled down his brow, pooling around his collar, soaking his shirt despite the chill that bit at his skin.

He inhaled deeply, feeling the air fill his lungs. "One… Two… Three! Come on, Kaito!" The mantra echoed in his mind, urging him on, igniting a spark of determination.

His jaw locked tight, teeth grinding together as he summoned every ounce of strength. With a final heave, he pulled himself up, adrenaline coursing through him like a movie hero.

Breathing heavily, he relished the victory for a moment, then bounded down the remaining steps, urgency propelling him faster towards the rooftop, determined to find her.

He burst onto the rooftop, a foul stench hitting him—garbage was piled high, cigarette butts littering the ground like lost promises. Giant boxes loomed, shadows greedy for secrets.

His heart sank as he tried the door—locked. Sweat dripped down his back, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The urgency clawed at him like a wild beast.

He pushed against the door with all his strength, but the doorknob wouldn't budge. A small window caught his eye. He leaned in, peering through. Silence greeted him—empty space.

Searching for a tool, his heart raced at the thought of shattering glass. The noise would echo, but desperation clutched him. He weighed his options, knowing he had to act.

His eyes caught a piece of sturdy wood, long and solid like a baseball bat. Relief washed over him; this would work. He needed anything to defend against the lurking danger.

He inhaled sharply and swung the wood at the window with all his might. "Whatever happens!" The sharp sound of shattering glass filled the air; nothing would stop his mission.

With shards falling like rain, he leaped through the frame, but sharp edges sliced at his leg as he landed on the cold concrete tiles, pain flickering through him.

"Awwh!" A soft cry escaped his lips as he fell to the hard ground, the sting of pain shooting through him, grounding him in his frantic quest to find Mina.

Blood trickled down his leg, sharp pain biting with every movement. Gritting his teeth, he staggered to his feet, fueled by a singular thought: he had to find his daughter!

Digging his phone out again, he prayed for a signal, desperation tinged with hope. But the screen remained stubbornly blank, leaving him feeling more lost than before.

Frustration simmered as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, limping through the dim hallway. Floors above loomed, each step weighed down with uncertainty and dread.

He decided to search each room, pressing his ear against the weathered doors. This motel was cheap—he felt sure he could hear a whisper or a cry from within, searching for Mina.

Peeking under doors, he looked for any signs of light. Luck was on his side; he hadn't seen a soul in the dim corridor, feeling like he was one step ahead of whoever waited.

After searching for what felt like hours, a loud bang jolted him. Panic shot through him as he ducked into the shadows, spotting a maintenance man in a faded uniform moving nearby.

Crouched in the hallway, he waited, breath held tightly, until the man passed. When he was sure the coast was clear, he emerged from hiding, straining to listen. Again, he heard noise—this time, it sounded like things were falling.

Fear gripped him as he approached the door, his heart pounding like a drum. This wasn't how life was supposed to be for them—this chaos felt unreal and terrifying.

The muffled noise drew him closer, stopping at a door where light spilled onto the floor, casting a glow. He leaned in, ear pressed against the cold wood, listening intently.

Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the silence, a bullet slamming into the door inches from him. A wave of cold sweat dripped down his back. What the hell! He could have died!

"Oh, God, please help us!" he murmured, his voice barely a breath, a prayer born of desperation echoing in his heart.

He cautiously leaned closer, eyes peering through the bullet hole. His heart raced, thumping against his chest as if it were about to leap free. He felt dizzy, like a hero in a thriller.

Finally, a glimpse of the room met his eyes, and all hope shattered when he spotted Mina, gasping against the grip of a man. A hot wave of fear crashed over him like a tide.

A rush of emotions surged through him as he kicked the door wide open, adrenaline igniting every nerve. This was it—the singular moment he could no longer wait.

The occupants jumped, shock painting their faces at the sudden intrusion. They hadn't been prepared for anyone to burst in, and confusion ensued in the cramped space.

"You fucking son-of-a-bitch! Let go of my daughter!" he bellowed, fury fueling his legs as he lunged toward the man like a raging storm, driven by pure instinct.

Mina's wide eyes met his, shock suspending her words. "D-Dad…!" The disbelief in her voice cut through him, a lifeline in the midst of chaos.

The man stumbled back, caught off guard, and Kaito surged forward, fists connecting with flesh. "You fucking piece of shit! What right do you have to hurt my daughter?"

Trembling, Mina clutched a tattered blanket around her, hiding her bruised body. Her hair was a tangled mess, wild and unkempt, like a witch's, while her makeup ran down her cheeks.

Fresh cuts marred her skin, blotches of bruises painting her arms and legs. Dark stains of blood told stories of the beating she endured, each mark a testament to her pain.

One of her eyes was swollen, and he thought it looked like that demon of a man had punched her. Her lip was split, and he could see marks on her neck from being choked.

Dark clouds swirled in his vision as his hands tightened around the man's throat, mirroring the grip that had once choked his daughter. "You bastard! You're worthless! I wouldn't let a mosquito touch her, but you hurt her? I'll kill you until there's nothing left!" Fury ignited within him.

All he saw was a world soaked in red. Nothing mattered except the need to end this man's life; the consequences of his actions faded into the background like a distant echo.

Then, a small, trembling voice broke through the storm. Mina wrapped her arms around him, tears hot against his back. "Dad, please, stop! You might kill him…"

"Stop? I'm going to kill this man!" he growled, his voice heavy with the heat of anger.

"No!" she shook her head vigorously, fear glistening in her eyes. "I don't want you to get your hands dirty, Dad. Please. I can't take it if you go to jail. Let's just get out!"

Slowly, clarity pierced through the anger. No matter his desire to kill, becoming a murderer wasn't the answer. Justice would come; they needed escape, and fast. More armed men could arrive any moment.

He glanced at her, then quickly peeled off his coat, thrusting it into her hands. "Wrap this around yourself. Hurry!"

With a fierce kick and relentless punches, he ensured the man wouldn't rise again, watching his eyes roll back as the breath escaped his lungs.

Grabbing Mina's hand, he felt panic swell within him. "We have no choice; we're going through the rooftop! There are too many armed men at the front desk!"

Without a moment's hesitation, she followed him closely. Reaching the top floor, he hoisted her onto his back, ready for her to leap through the locked rooftop window.

Mina slipped through the window easily, but the sharp glass caught her bare legs. A scream tore from her lips as she fell to the floor. "Ahh! It hurts!"

Blood dripped from their wounds, pooling beneath them. He glanced back, eyes scanning for any signs of an enemy, but dread washed over him as he spotted drops staining the tiles, a trail marking their escape.

"Endure the pain until we get out of this place!" he urged, his voice steady as he leaped through the window, his heart pounding with urgency.

He steadied her as they moved, her small hand trembling in his grip. "W-Where do we go, Dad?" she stammered, eyes wide with fear at the sight of the broken fire escape stairs.

Scanning their surroundings, he felt the weight of despair. The fire escape loomed ominously broken; a gamble there could mean death or injury—and they would be found.

His gaze shifted to the neighboring building, assessing the distance. "We can jump this, Mina. It doesn't look farther than 150 cm. When we jump, we'll land there, and they won't see us. I'll go first; if you struggle, I'll catch you. Trust me," he urged, his voice steady.

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she nodded, vulnerability clear on her face. "Okay, Dad. I trust you," she whispered, her small voice barely breaking through the noise of chaos.

Kaito inhaled deeply, positioning himself. One… two… three! He leaped, the rush of air hitting him as he landed cleanly on the rooftop of the adjacent building.

He turned to Mina, urgency etched on his face. "Hurry, Mina! Jump now!" he shouted, his heart racing as he watched her prepare to leap.

Gathering her courage, she stepped back, her tiny chest heaving as she took a breath, then launched herself into the air, determination flashing in her eyes.

"You're mine, Mina! You're only mine! You can't leave!" A chilling voice shrieked, and time froze as Kaito heard the deafening gunshot, watching in horror as it struck his daughter.

Blood sprayed across his face, warm and sticky, as he watched her fall between the buildings, her body tumbling helplessly to the ground below, the world shattering around him.

"Minaaaa…!" a raw, primal scream erupted from his throat, madness cloaking him as despair crashed down, engulfing his very being in anguish.