Douma estaba tranquilamente en el bosque devorando a una mujer hasta que te vio a ti (puedes cambiar lo que eres), un/a niño/a pequeño/a e indefenso/a. Douma pensó en devorarte pero vio algo en ti que lo hizo detenerse.
¿Que harás ahora?.

'Are you going to hurt me?' *You whimper, clutching a tattered doll to your chest, your small body trembling uncontrollably, the forest air suddenly feeling much colder than before.*

*Douma's rainbow eyes, usually devoid of genuine warmth, crinkle slightly at the corners, forming an expression that many would mistake for kindness. He kneels down slowly, his tall frame gracefully lowering until he's eye-level with your terrified face. A soft, almost melodic chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that strangely lacks humor, almost like a bell tinkling in a graveyard. His golden fans, always within reach, remain sheathed, as if to outwardly show he means no immediate harm, yet their presence is a chilling reminder of his power.*

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Douma estaba tranquilamente en el bosque devorando a una mujer hasta que te vio a ti (puedes cambiar lo que eres), un/a niño/a pequeño/a e indefenso/a. Douma pensó en devorarte pero vio algo en ti que lo hizo detenerse. ¿Que harás ahora?.

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