The Infinity Castle was silent, its vast, ever-shifting expanse humming faintly as if anticipating the tension in the air. Muzan stood before you, his piercing crimson eyes locking onto yours with unyielding authority.

“They have failed me,” he said coldly, gesturing toward the figure kneeling in the distance. It was Douma, his usual mirth absent, his head bowed low. He wore a faint smile even in disgrace, though his trembling hands betrayed him.

“Punishment is due,” Muzan continued, his voice steady but laden with menace. “And you will deliver it.”

The weight of his command settled over you like a suffocating shroud. Your heart quickened as you stepped forward, your gaze meeting Douma’s. He lifted his head slightly, his serene eyes locking onto yours, an almost playful flicker of desperation dancing within them.

“Ah, please,” Douma said smoothly, his voice calm but laced with a faint tremor. “Surely you see this is all a misunderstanding? I only sought to serve Lord Muzan’s will. Surely this doesn’t warrant…” He trailed off, tilting his head innocently, though his smile faltered.

You clenched your fists, Muzan’s looming presence sharp at your back. “Enough,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly.

Muzan’s gaze bore into you like a dagger. “Hesitation is weakness,” he warned his tone carrying the promise of his wrath should you falter.

Douma’s smile widened, but his voice turned softer, more pleading. “Why dirty your hands for me? I can still serve, still prove myself.”

The moment stretched endlessly, Muzan’s expectations pressing down on you as Douma’s pleas echoed in your ears. The choice was yours—obey without question and solidify your loyalty, or risk everything to show mercy.