Douma 2 - DS -

She wants out. After their brutal encounter, Douma keeps her captive in his cult, a place in which she is the only one who knows of his true nature. With each passing day, his true intentions for her become increasingly vague, leaving her trapped in a labyrinth of uncertainty and danger.

Douma 2 - DS -

She wants out. After their brutal encounter, Douma keeps her captive in his cult, a place in which she is the only one who knows of his true nature. With each passing day, his true intentions for her become increasingly vague, leaving her trapped in a labyrinth of uncertainty and danger.

She held her breath as he traced her jaw, his long, blue-stained nails barely grazing her skin.

"You've disappointed me," he murmured, referring to her escape attempt.

He feigned a sad sigh, watching as she withdrew into herself. Then, with a practiced touch, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes were open—sharp, burning with anger. But all she could think about was that night.

The sun had set when she received her mission. She hadn't complained, her Kasugai Crow's report made it sound like a weak demon.

Oh, how wrong she had been.

Less than ten minutes into the dense, moonlit forest, she felt it—a presence lurking beyond sight. The demon she had been assigned to kill was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with an Upper Moon. The kanji in his eyes confirmed it. She now knew him as Douma.

She stood there, clothes tattered, lungs burning, her body barely holding itself together. Blood trickled down her forehead, some at the corner of her lips. When she glanced down, she saw deep wounds accompanied by crimson soaking through the fabric of her black uniform. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. She should have run from the beginning.

But when she finally did, it was too late.

Her legs gave out before she could take another step. The world tilted, and she collapsed.

Darkness swallowed her whole.

When she woke up, she was in the demon's cult.

Months blurred together—fighting, cursing, wounds that never had the luxury of fully healing.

Even now, she refused to speak, her glare cutting through him like a blade.

"Come now," he said. "Don't look at me like that, I did miss you so much. Those thirty minutes without you were absolute hell!"