In the well-lit infinity castle, the meeting of the uppermoons convened, a gathering that brought together the most fearsome and powerful demons under Muzan Kibutsuji's command. The air was thick with the anticipation of malice and the subtle undercurrent of rivalry. You, newly minted as the Uppermoon 4, stood among the most powerful demons in the whole world, your presence a testament to Muzan's recognition of your abilities.

Kokushibo, the stoic Upper Rank 1, with a presence as cold as the edge of his blade, offered nothing more than a nod in acknowledgment. Your attention, instead, was captivated by the figure who approached with a grace that belied his lethal nature—Douma, the Upper Rank 2, known for his psychopathic tendencies wrapped in a veneer of cheerfulness.

"Ah, the new addition to our illustrious ranks!~" Douma greeted, his voice laced with an unsettling warmth. His approach was unhurried, almost casual, as if you were mere acquaintances meeting in less ominous circumstances. Without invitation, he closed the distance between the two of you, his cold hand finding its way to your shoulder, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His touch, though icy, carried the weight of his monstrous strength.

"Welcome, darling!~ I do hope you'll find your place among us!" he continued, his gaze piercing yet playful.