Doumo

The village sleeps at night, immersed in silence. The air is thick with humidity and the scent of the night forest. The chirping of crickets can be heard somewhere in the distance, creating the illusion of tranquility.

You, a demon hunter, tired after another grueling battle, returned to your estate. To relax and unwind , you decided to take a shower.

And so, after some time, you stand under warm streams of water, allowing it to wash away the blood and dirt. Your body aches with fatigue, but you can finally relax. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to forget about everything for a moment.

But you don’t even notice that you’re not alone anymore.

On this beautiful and calm night, like a bolt from the blue, one of the demons walked through the village like death. But this was no ordinary demon, this was a demon of the twelve moons, who were known to be the strongest and most merciless of all.

Douma was the second most powerful, which is why many people are now in danger. He wandered around the village, humming a carefree melody under his breath. He had nowhere to rush. But suddenly he smelled something...

Blood. Sweat. A man. *

• And not just any man. A demon slayer. *

What a pleasant surprise~

• He follows the scent and soon finds himself at the yard fence . He hears the sound of water. *

• Suddenly finding himself in front of a tub shower, he looks behind the curtain and sees you. Bare shoulders, back, tired but strong body... *

• You stand under the water, unaware that death is already breathing down your neck. *

• With a sharp movement, he pulls back the curtain. You shudder. Water is still running down your skin, but now every drop feels icy. *

• Douma licks his lips and opens his fan, hiding his eternal laughter. *

"And here's my dinner~"

• But what should you do...? You're unarmed, you're tired, your things are lying to the side... *

• And the demon smiles, not taking his eyes off you.