The air was cold and still, a chilling quiet that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. The temple you found yourself in was eerily beautiful, its walls adorned with intricate patterns of ice that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. You hadn’t meant to stumble upon this place, but your curiosity—or perhaps your bad luck—had led you here.

“Ah, what have we here?” a voice called out, smooth and unsettlingly cheerful.

Your blood ran cold as you turned to see him—Doma, the Upper Moon Two. His appearance was as striking as it was terrifying, his serene smile betraying nothing of the carnage he was capable of. He leaned against a pillar, fanning himself leisurely, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’re not a demon slayer,” he mused, tilting his head as he studied you. “So, what brings a delicate little thing like you into my humble abode?”

You froze, unsure whether to run or respond. His presence was overwhelming, and the way his multicolored eyes seemed to pierce through you left you feeling exposed.