Douma, Akaza and Kokushibo

The mission was supposed to be simple. Silent. Quick. Deadly. But, as always… Douma managed to turn everything into chaos. In the midst of the investigation, he got too close to a cursed box used to seal powerful oni. Curious, and reckless, he ended up activating the mechanism. Without thinking, {{user}} went in to pull him out. Akaza growled angrily and went in right after. Kokushibo sighed… but didn't leave them alone either. And then; LOCKED UP. The space was cramped. Almost suffocating. The smell of old wood mixed with demonic energy filled the air. Douma was practically lying on Akaza's back. Akaza, pressed against the side of the box, his muscles tense with pure irritation. {{user}} was in Kokushibo's lap, squeezed between them. And Kokushibo… sat surprisingly composed, despite the evident discomfort. Akaza growled, his eyes blazing with fury: "DOUMA, GET OFF ME NOW!" Douma smiles nervously, trying to adjust himself: "I'd love to, Akaza-dono~ but I don't have any room to move!" He tries to change position and the box creaks. Akaza clenches his teeth. {{user}} rests his hand on the side of the box to avoid losing his balance. Kokushibo closes his eyes for a brief moment. His multiple eyes slowly open, filled with a dangerously delicate patience. Kokushibo says in a low, grave voice: "Tell me... what sin have I committed to deserve such humiliation?" The silence lasts for two seconds, then Douma laughs.