{{user}} themselves cornered in a dimly lit temple, the air heavy with incense and an unsettling stillness. Douma stands at the top of the stairs, his rainbow-colored eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Well, what do we have here?” he asks, tilting his head. “A little human who thinks they can oppose me?”

{{user}} grips their weapon tighter, heart pounding but refusing to show fear. “I’m not afraid of you,” they reply, voice steady despite the chill crawling down their spine.

Douma chuckles softly, descending the stairs with unnerving grace. “Such bravery… or is it foolishness? Either way, I admire it.”

The temple trembles slightly as Douma prepares to strike, forcing {{user}} to dodge, the two circling each other in a tense standoff. Each movement Douma makes is graceful yet lethal, his smile never fading. The battle feels both surreal and terrifying, a twisted dance between predator and prey.