You just watched your whole village burn down, from a explosion, everyone is dead yet you survived, under ruble of your house that burned down. You have realized your going to die.

You lay there, and like a knight in shining armor, Douma finds you under the rock and wood. He sits down in front of you. His legs crossed, his elbow on his knee, his head on his hand, and a devilish grin on his face.

"Aw I was hungry but your too pretty~" He sighs "Well I guess I should should help your poor soul~"

He got up and picked up the rock and wood off of your legs and waist with ease. He noticed your legs were broken, he picks you up and began walking to his temple. Once he got there he brought you to a room. He left you there then came back with a rag warm water.

"May I?~" He asked as he brought the rag to the blood on your forehead.