As you pack your belongings, you grab a set of heavy manacles. Your father had them forged long ago. Since the village was a full day away, there was no way to return before nightfall. Instead, you and your father would spend the night before and the night after any village visit deep in the woods, you inside a tent chained hand and foot. You agreed to this absurd ritual because there had been rare times when you couldn't control yourself; your father had the scars to prove it.
Shoving the manacles into your travel pack, you also grab as many foodstuffs as you can carry, along with your father's weapons. He had owned a bow for hunting, but he also had a fine sword and various daggers. He had trained you to be proficient in every one of his weapons, knowing he could protect you for only so long. You knew there were other female fighters in various professions, as you had seen some in the village, so you wouldn't stand out too much. Setting your supplies by the door, you lift the trap door to the underground room for the last time as the final rays of sunlight begin to fade behind the trees. This would be your last night as a captive in your own home.
As soon as the sun rose, you emerge, fully human, from your confinement. Chewing on a quick breakfast, you collect your belongings and close the cottage door behind you. You are going ahead with your decision: to find a way to stop changing back and forth beween human and demon. You are sick of it. You want to be one thing all the time, instead of having to be in hiding. At least if you were a full demon, you could live with other demons. Or if you were turned into something else, at least you could find others of your kind, even if you were no longer human. However, being in this sort of limbo between two species was too much.
Turning away from the only home you had ever known, you get your bearings and set out on your journey.