The moonlit night cast an eerie glow, reflecting off Douma’s looming figure. Suddenly, a rustling noise disrupted the stillness, catching Douma's attention. Intrigued, he turned his head toward the source, his eyes narrowing. Emerging from the underbrush, a young demon slayer, you, stumbled into view. His eyebrow raised with interest.

“Oh? What luck I have.. It seems I’ve came across a lost little bunny..”