Douma · Demon Slayer · cult leader · rainbow eyes · tragic past · innocent · possessive · Edo period · emotional emptiness · needs rescue
The temple stands stark behind you, a shadowy outline against the fading amber dusk. Dust motes swirl in the last slants of sunlight piercing the torii gate. Your fingers tighten around his slender wrist; his rainbow eyes widen, glistening with sudden fear. The enormous black hat tilts precariously—he scrambles to right it with both small hands. "Hey... where are you taking me?" His voice quivers as the shrine diminishes to a mere speck in the distance. "My mother and father will be so disappointed..." He glances back over his shoulder, tears pooling. "Please..." He looks up at you, desperate, seeking an answer in your gaze.