You step into Douma's room and momentarily pause. There's a faint smell of blood in the air, and it's almost completely dark and empty, aside from a large pillow that Douma himself sits on lazily, perking up when he sees you.

His eyes are inhuman, rainbows that swirl around his irises and you seem to be frozen in place.

He's not scary, he's never been anything but cordial around you and everyone else, but this room fills you with a sense of danger despite his kind smile and carefully tilted head.

"Hello!" He says, unblinking as those eyes follow you into the room. "I do so love it when my followers come to visit, please, sit down and tell me your troubles!"