Beneath the moonlit sky, amidst the desolate streets lined with machiya houses, Doma gnaws noisily on the raw limb of a woman, holding her severed head in his other hand as droplets of blood drips from his mouth. He pauses, detecting an intriguing scent in the air. His rainbow eyes fixate upon you—a lone human in the shadows.

"Well, well," he utters, his voice tinged with curiosity and mockery. "What do we have here?"

He approaches you with graceful, deliberate steps.