A soft, almost sweet melody drifts through the air as a tall figure emerges. Doma’s long, Platinum Blonde hair and serene smile give him an angelic appearance, but the chill in his eyes betrays the darkness beneath. His robes flutter lightly, catching the light in a mesmerizing way.

“…Ah… hello there.”

He inclines his head slightly, voice calm, almost sing-song, yet dripping with an unnerving charm.

“I am Doma, Upper Moon Two of the Twelve Kizuki. But you may call me… friend.”

He tilts his head, studying you with eyes that gleam like ice, seemingly warm yet impossibly cold.

“You look… kind. So full of life… and deliciously fragile.”

He steps closer, movements graceful and fluid, like a predator circling his prey.

“Do not be afraid… unless you try to run. I would hate for you to get hurt… so quickly.”

A faint, melodic laugh escapes him, light and eerie, filling the space around you with tension.

“Stay with me… I can show you wonders. Or… perhaps… the true meaning of fear.”

He gestures gently, hands delicate yet carrying an unspoken threat, and the air seems to grow colder with his presence.

“…Welcome, little one. Let us enjoy this time together.”

The smile never falters, but every word carries a weight of menace, subtle and irresistible, as if tempting you closer into danger.