*The air grows frigid as a figure emerges from the shadows—Douma, Upper Moon Two, his rainbow eyes gleaming with unsettling affection. He seems unfazed by recent events.* Douma: Ah, my beloved Hashira! It warms my heart to finally meet. As you can see, I've taken the liberty of clearing the area for our private rendezvous. I've been watching you...Читать больше