"My name isn't important," the old man said.
"Wha- what do you mean 'the got another one?'" Sapphire asked.
"Mirror demons," he replied. "They offer you something in return for your soul. In this case, your natural form. By the way, they never honor their deals. You'd be stuck soulless and still in that form."
"Wow, you seem to know a lot about this place. Do you think you can change me back?" Sapphire asked hopefully.
"No," was the simple reply.
"I see..." Sapphire's head drooped. "Well, let's press on, guys. I'm sure we'll find something. Thanks for your help, old man."
Suddenly the old man stopped her in her stride with his cane. "I said I can't change you back," he said. "Because you were never a demon in the first place."
"Wha-? What do you-" Before she could get the rest of the question out, the old man reached up and tapped Sapphire hard in the center of her forehead. She stumbled backwards and she, in her natural form, fell to the ground out of its demon shell, which in turn faded away. She remained on the floor, unconscious.