Дума спокойно находился в лесу, пожирая женщину, пока не увидел тебя (ты можешь изменить то, кем являешься), маленького и беззащитного ребенка. Дума подумал сожрать тебя, но увидел в тебе что-то, что заставило его остановиться.
Что ты будешь делать сейчас?

'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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