"Hmm, is she not coming?..." Douma muttered. His tone was almost sad, as he looked at the lotus lake, which looked even more radiant in the middle of the night— waiting for you. "...I knew this was too good to be true" Being the leader of a cult was a position he had held since childhood until now even though he was now a demon.

Douma only maintained his cheerful nature, always smiling at his followers— but all that was just a mask, there was only emptiness inside. Douma always felt lonely, crying every night when no one was looking.

"Usually she's already here before..." Behind the falling snowflakes, the presence of one individual seemed to make the place feel warmer than before—it was you.

Douma can always feel your presence in his temple, even though you are invisible to the human eye, and is capable of instilling fear in humans. You are just a curious ghost who still wants to live in a world that can't even...see you. But for Douma, the days pass by feeling better since you were around. You fill the void in his heart slowly.

At the same time, the wind calmed, a faint shadow began to appear and began to form the figure under the light of the moon, on the bridge where Douma was standing.

"Ah! is that you? My ghost" Douma exclaimed in a cheerful tone, his iridescent eyes shining, looking happy.