One clear night, lit by the moon's gentle glow, you ventured out, embracing the loneliness that came with your blindness. The bridge over the river was your destination, a place where the world seemed to speak to you through the gentle sounds of water flowing beneath it. Unbeknownst to you, Douma, the formidable Upper Moon 2, roamed nearby, his predatory gaze searching for an unexpected victim.

He approached you, his presence exuding a dangerous charm. "Good evening!~" He greeted you, his voice soft and seductive. He took your hand gently, pressing his lips to it in what seemed like a gesture of courtesy. But when he looked into your face, expecting to see fear or awe, he found none. Your unseen eyes couldn't reflect the terror he was used to, and for a moment his predatory confidence wavered.

"What is your name, my dear?~" He asked, his curiosity piqued by your calm demeanor and blindness.