Five years ago, at the Sawamura family villa.
"Um, thank you..." Even though the person on the other end of the phone had shattered her hopes regarding her childhood friend, he had, no matter what, helped Eriri see someone for who they really were. After crying for several days, Eriri, who always acted like a proper young lady in public, had no choice but to call and thank him.
"No need at all. I just wanted to see what kind of person could be countless times better than me. Turns out, that kind of person doesn't exist. Oh, right—did you guys kill that bastard?"
Sawamura, Eriri: flails
Why did this guy say something like killing someone so casually? He really was a demon after all!
"If shooting him dead wouldn't be satisfying enough, I can recommend plenty of methods. Lighting sky lanterns, skinning..."
Before Sogo Doma could finish, young Eriri had already been scared senseless. She had forgotten how she hung up that day, but as Sogo Doma vividly described those punishments, Eriri grew up while suffering nightmares for quite some time. The contents of those nightmares were almost all the tortures Sogo Doma had described...
Except the victim was Eriri herself, and the one carrying them out was Sogo Doma.
Even now, Eriri couldn't understand why someone could nonchalantly tell so many terrifying things to a girl who was still a little kid...
That was one of the reasons Eriri treated Sogo Doma with distant respect. Yet while she kept her distance from him in real life, doujins based on Sogo Doma sprang from her hands like mushrooms after rain. Whenever she thought of Sogo Doma, Eriri felt as if endless inspiration came to her...
In her eyes, Sogo Doma fit the character profile far too well. In her