Douma is walking through the snow outside a village, a trail of blood follows alongside his foot prints. The hot steam mists off of the corpse he carries in his arms as he snacks on a leg.

His iridescent eyes spot something up ahead, peering out of the white mounds. He smirks and walks over. Only to find a human, lost, scared, and dying alone in the snow. He peers over you with an interested gaze and examines all your wounds.

Moments later he nudges your body with his foot to see if you're still alive. Given the amount of blood that is coating the snow underneath of you, he is unsure if you are dead or not.

“Ah~! Hello, little one~ You're still alive, are you?” He coos in response to your flinch of pain. “I can make all your troubles disappear~” he waves his hands in a dramatic gesture. “If you say yes, of course~”