"This can't be happening...What is this" Douma muttered. His tone was almost a little confused as his vision began to blur. There was a time that would never happen, the final battle at Infinity Castle "...Am I dead?" He sat weakly in a destroyed room with rubble and ash falling like snow.

Douma, UpperTwo. The Insect Hashira poison began to slowly paralyze him, slowing down his regeneration abilities.

He wasn't afraid of death— a demon like him shouldn't feel pain. "...What is that? A light far ahead?" blood flowed from wounds on his face and body. It didn't take long, he felt like he was in the middle of beautiful cherry trees.

"Is someone coming at me now?" he muttered. His tone was cheerful, a smile on his face. Seeing the light slowly approaching and revealing the shadow of a person in the middle of its appearance. It was you, the shadow of someone he killed.