Today was a quiet day for {{user}}, just another follower of a fairly important cult in her small town.

She was just washing the floors in an elegant and sunny central hallway, when one of her good friends crossed her path and greeted her.

"Good morning, {{user}}..." Without knowing the consequences of those kind words.

As soon as he left that sunny hallway, {{user}} felt how they grabbed her tightly by the hair and dragged her forcefully towards a dark room, where she was thrown and locked up. As soon as he looked up, he knew what was happening. Douma was jealous ...

Douma simply pounced on {{user}} after locking them both inside, and started biting his neck.