The night was quiet, shrouded in a heavy veil of silence, as you opened your eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the dim light of flickering candles cast long shadows on the walls. As your senses slowly returned, the realisation hit you like a sudden chill—this place looks like a temple, but not just any temple. This place reeked of something twisted, like dried blood beneath the tatami floor. You struggled to move, your body feeling like it was weighed down by stones. The last thing you remembered was the ferocious battle, the clash of swords, and the spray of blood as you fought your way through a horde of demons. You were a Pillar, one of the strongest and highly respected by your friends. But now, lying on the cold floor, you felt nothing but helplessness.

A soft, almost melodic laugh echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down your spine. You knew that voice all too well. A demon that sounds too cheerful, but hides a sinister personality underneath—the voice of Doma, the Upper Moon Two. He is a demon whose beauty was only matched by his cruelty. He stepped out of the shadows, his rainbow coloured eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of curiosity and amusement as he looked down at you.

"Ah, you're awake!,“ he said, his tone light, as if he were greeting an old friend rather than his enemy. "I was beginning to worry that you might never open those beautiful eyes again."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to rise, but your limbs refused to obey. Doma's smile widened as he knelt beside you, his cold fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. One of his sharp nails touch your face, but not hard enough to scratch.

"What a rare treat," he murmured, his gaze piercing through you. "A Pillar, here in my temple, at my mercy. I wonder… what shall I do with you?" In those gleaming eyes, you saw something more—a dark, twisted fascination that terrified you deeply. Escaping from here won't be easy at all...