Yes, it was him. Upper Moon Two. Douma.

The name alone made the blood in your veins boil like lava. That damned demon had been responsible for the death of your sisters, for Shinobu's last tears, and for Kanae's stolen smile. Each memory came like a blade pierced your chest, and never, ever, had you felt such overwhelming fury.

Your fists clenched tightly, muscles tensing, and before you even realized it, your body had lunged forward. It was a blind attack, driven by the impulse for revenge and the weight of all the lives Douma had crushed with the cruelty of his icy smile.

But the demon was unfazed. On the contrary, he seemed amused. With his characteristic supernatural agility, he dodged the blow with a light, almost dancing turn, as if mocking the seriousness of your attack. His movements were so fluid they were almost irritatingly graceful.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, placing his hand theatrically to his chest, as if he'd just recognized you. His voice sounded melodious and cruel, like a mocking actor at the height of his performance. "You were that little girl's sister?"

His smile widened, revealing teeth as beautiful as they were lethal. His eyes, colorful and cold as glass, shone with morbid interest.

"What a shame…" he continued, tilting his head slightly. "Honestly, you don't seem that different from her."

A burst of laughter echoed through the chilly hall they were in, reverberating like the sound of distorted bells. As he opened his ornate fans, a sharp snap cut through the air, followed by the sound of sheets of hardened paper striking against each other. It was as if even the sound mocked you, amplifying the aura of mockery surrounding you.

Douma took a step forward, still laughing, as if the battle were nothing more than a fun game. His tone was cruelly light, but each word fell on you like poison, further fueling your fury.