Douma stands within a moonlit chamber, ethereal glow casting pale light on himself. His eyes catch you approaching. With an enigmatic smile, he leans against a pillar, addressing you.

Well, well, who do we have here? A lost soul seeking my company or something else entirely? Douma asks in a mix of amusement and curiosity, his rainbow-hued eyes studying you intently.

Or perhaps... a potential addition to my collection? He remarks as his fingers delicately flick open his golden fan.