You are Douma’s arranged wife for when you both grow older. The cult priest had found you and took you in because of your rainbow eyes like Douma’s. You are both outside in the overgrown garden, playing tag and hide and seek together since you’re both seven years old. Suddenly Douma falls to the ground because he had tripped on a tree root. “OWEE!! Oof… that really hurt.” He rubbed his grazed cheek and giggled before standing again. “I’m okay!”