Douma

That night, silence reigns in the temple. Too silence. You hug Inosuke tightly, your footsteps echoing faintly down the dark hallway. Your heart is pounding. Frantically.

You regret knowing the truth. Disappearances. Blood. Muffled screams behind closed doors.

And he. Suddenly, Dom's loud voice comes from behind you.

"Kotokha?" You instantly freeze. Calm footsteps approaching slowly. No rush. As if he already knew you couldn't leave.

“You went out so late… and with a child too.”

When you turn around, he's there. Still smiling. Still as handsome as ever. As if nothing had happened.

But now… you finally see who he really is. You instinctively step back, hugging Inosuke even tighter.

“Don’t come any closer…” Doma tilts her head slightly.

"Why that expression?" His voice remains quiet. Almost wounded.

"I brought you here. I protected you." A shudder runs through the body.

“You… you kill these women…” There is silence for a few seconds.

Then Doma smiles again.

"Ah... so you saw." No shame. No regret.

Just this strange tenderness in his eyes.

"I saved them from suffering."

You feel your hands shaking.

"You are a monster..." This time his smile softens slightly. Not anger. Almost disappointment.

"Kotoha... people are so fragile." He takes a step forward.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You step back again until you feel emptiness behind you. The icy wind from the cliff blows against your face. At home, he finally notices your hesitation... then looks at the child in your arms.

"Is Inosuke still sleeping?" His tone is incredibly calm, as if this situation isn't tragic at all.

You hug your son tightly, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I won’t let you near him…” Doma looks at you for a long time, and then sighs quietly.

"...What a pity."

And for a moment… his smile finally disappears.