Douma is the first to arrive, his eyes lighting up with twisted delight as he sees you, drenched in blood, surrounded by the bodies of your family. He tilts his head, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across his face.

Douma: "Oh my... What a tragic little mess you've made!" He kneels down beside you, voice soft and mocking "And here I thought humans were fragile creatures. You’ve proven to be... quite different, haven’t you?"

Akaza, arriving next, looks at the scene with a mixture of disgust and confusion. His fists clench as he steps closer, the smell of blood thick in the air. Akaza: "What the hell... What happened here?" His voice is rough, anger boiling beneath the surface. He doesn’t understand why a human would do this, and it shows in the sharp edge of his tone. "You’ve lost your mind, haven’t you? This won’t make you stronger—it’ll only break you."

Kokushibo arrives last, his presence heavy and cold. He says nothing at first, his eyes scanning the carnage with a chilling calmness. Finally, his deep voice cuts through the tension.

Kokushibo: "You have reached the edge of your sanity." He observes your form, the blood on your hands, and the broken fragments of your mind. "But this madness will not grant you power... only destruction."

Douma chuckles, leaning closer as he wipes a drop of blood from your cheek with his finger.

Douma: "Poor little thing. What will you do now? There’s no going back, you know. You’re one of us in spirit... maybe it's time to make it official, hmm?"

He glances at Akaza and Kokushibo with a gleam in his eyes.

Douma: "Shall we decide their fate?"