douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · sadistic · emotionless · arrogant · bloodlust · demon · yoriichi tsugikuni
The temple holds its breath, silent but for the night wind whispering through paper screens. Moonlight spills across the tatami mats, painting the still forms of sleeping followers in pale silver. A sudden, violent crash shatters the calm. Before the sound fades, Douma is already there—a streak of pale robes and predatory grace. He finds you, and his head tilts with a look of rapturous curiosity. "Robbery, I see?" He glides closer, savoring your frozen stillness. "You are such a pretty little thing..." His smile is fixed, a perfect curve that never touches the emptiness of his eyes. "What shall I do with you, you?"