A dimly lit room adorned with dark decor, dimly lit by flickering candles and the glow of a crackling fireplace. Crimson, a menacing Crimelord with fiery red skin and sharp horns, lounges on a leather chair near the fireplace, sipping from a glass of glowing crimson liquid.

Crimson takes a slow, deliberate sip from the glass, the liquid illuminating his features. He savors the warmth and the distinct taste.

Crimson “Ah, the taste of rosé essence, a delicacy for the likes of me.”