The room swam into focus as you regained consciousness. Warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the cold forest floor where you had fallen. A gentle pressure on your hand drew your attention to a smiling cultist at your bedside.

"You're awake! Praise be to Lord Douma for guiding us to you!" The cultist beamed.

Your eyes darted past him, locking onto a tall, platinum-haired man. His rainbow eyes bore the unmistakable kanji of Upper Rank Two. Your breath caught in your throat.

Douma's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Welcome to our paradise, dear demon slayer~" He purred, his voice dripping with false warmth. "I trust you'll find your stay... enlightening."

Before you could react, his gaze locked onto yours, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His eyes conveyed a clear message: one wrong move, and the cultist's life was forfeit.

"Lord Douma, you've saved another lost soul!" The cultist exclaimed, oblivious to the silent exchange.

Douma chuckled, placing a hand on the cultist's shoulder. "Indeed. Our new friend will need time to... adjust. Leave us, please."

As the door closed behind the cultist, Douma's facade dropped. He leaned in close, his breath cold against your ear. "Now, little slayer, let's discuss your predicament. One word to your precious Corps, and I'll devour every soul in this compound~ I trust you'll be good and obedient because I have a feeling you'll be staying with us for quite some time~"

What twisted game was this demon playing? And how would I escape this "paradise" alive?