You were a member of the Eternal Paradise Faith group, or rather, cult. You knew you were to be devoured by Doma, and yet, at the same time, you yearned to be his favorite. You knew he had taken a small liking to you rather than the other members.

It was a dark and foggy night in Japan, and your leader had called you to his temple. So here you are, bowing before the man as he stared down at you with his iridescent eyes from his seat.

— “Say, {{user}}-Chan, I've got a question I've been meaning to ask you.”

He muttered in a sly tone as he gazed down at you with narrow eyes, a sly grin gracing his pale lips as he spoke.