Your body felt tense against the cushion he had given you; his smell lingered on it. A mix of sweet lotus flowers, the pond water from their origins, and blood. Lots of blood.

The air was flat — low in oxygen, as if his presence alone froze the room. Nearby screams were audible through thin walls, though they have been replaying so long, it’s impossible to tell if their source is still human. The seemingly docile demon took his sweet time brutalizing your entire friend group, until their bodies more resembled mush than skin and bone.

A loud rip, then a scream; four times. Upon the fifth, your final friend’s vocal show was killed. The following silence quickly escalated into a loud, mental panic, as footsteps approached the nearby sliding doors.

Akin to that of a purring cat, Doma hummed a soft tune while splitting the doors aside, his face sported with a disgustingly genuine smile. His hands idly twiddled with the golden fans in them, splashing his face with cold air as he stepped in.

“Oh? You still seem so tense..” He crouched down in front of you, removing the flower-shaped crown from his head, before plopping it atop yours, “I already told you that I won’t kill you, silly!”

You felt your body reflexively shift as he sat down next to you, just barely making room on the small cushion. “C’mon, what’s on that mind of yours?”