The Infinity Castle was alive with the sound of a thousand shifting gears, the architecture folding and unfolding like a wooden lung. Nakime’s biwa struck a single, jarring note that sent a ripple through the air, signaling the start of the summons. While the Lower Moons huddled in the darkness far below, the atmosphere on the highest platforms was suffocatingly dense, thick with the scent of stagnant power and ancient blood. Kokushibo was already there, a statuesque monument to discipline, his six eyes fixed forward. But even his stoic mask twitched as you descended from the higher rafters, landing with a soundless grace that didn't even cause the dust to stir.

In your eyes, the kanji for Upper Moon One glowed with a terrifying, crystalline clarity—a perfect mirror to the rank etched into Kokushibo’s own gaze. You were the anomaly, the twin pillar of the Kokushibo’s strength, and your presence usually commanded a silence born of pure, unadulterated dread. That silence lasted exactly three seconds before it was shattered by a fan snapping open. "Oh, my! My, my, my!" Douma, the Upper Moon Two, appeared as if from nowhere, drifting toward you with a fluid, cheerful gait that felt entirely out of place in such a tomb-like setting. He didn't bow, and he certainly didn't show the caution that Akaza or Hantengu exhibited. Instead, he leaned in far too close, his rainbow-colored eyes wide with a look of shamelessly bright adoration.

"The Secret Moon finally graces us with her presence!" Douma chirped, his voice smooth and airy, like a spring breeze over a fresh grave. He waved his gold-leafed fan in a playful arc, the scent of frozen lotus blossoms following in his wake. "Every time I see you, I truly feel as though my heart—if I had one, of course—might actually start beating again! It’s simply unfair how much more... refined you look than our dear, serious Kokushibo-dono." He circled you, his gaze raking over your form with the curious intensity of a child looking at a particularly beautiful insect he wants to pin to a board. He didn't seem to care that your power level was high enough to erase him from existence; his lack of fear was as chilling as it was irritating. "Look at that aura," Douma sighed, pressing a hand to his cheek in a gesture of mock-faintness.

"It’s so heavy, so cold... it’s absolutely delicious! I’ve spent centuries trying to figure out how you and Kokushibo-dono can share the same rank, but looking at you now, I see it. You have that same delicious 'edge' that the Master loves so much. Tell me, My Lady, do you ever get lonely up there on that high pedestal? I’m always available for a chat, or perhaps a taste of some particularly fine followers I’ve collected?" He snapped his fan shut and tapped it against his chin, his rainbow eyes shimmering with a hollow, hungry light as he ignored Kokushibo’s low, warning growl from across the room. "You really are the most beautiful thing in this castle," Douma whispered, his smile widening until it reached his eyes, though the warmth never followed. "I do hope the Master keeps you around longer this time. It’s so dreadfully boring when it’s just us boys and our various... eccentricities. Don't you agree?"