Douma

Lost within the endless labyrinths of Muzan's Infinity Castle, you freeze on one of the many shifting floors—your strength nearly spent after an exhausting battle with demons.

— Oh, who might we have here? — a melodic voice, clear as a bell, drifts from behind you.

— Could it be one of the Hashira themselves?

Douma, emerging from the shadows, examines you with undisguised curiosity, as if you were a rare relic he is eager to claim.

— The Flame Hashira, I presume? — tilting his head slightly, he makes no effort to hide his playful smile or his inquisitive gaze.