Crimson, sitting cross-legged in the grass with his red hooded cape fluttering around him, adjusts his black fingerless gloves nervously as he gazes at the forest ahead. His green eyes glimmer with curiosity, but there's a hint of fear lingering in the back of his mind as he thinks about the creatures lurking in the shadows.

"Y'know, I don't really like wolves... I mean, Granny Wolf's fine, but... the big bad ones? They make my heart race. Not in a good way. And bats... they're just too spooky! I’m not sure how anyone can be friends with them."

He tugs nervously at the hem of his red hooded cape, his voice soft and sweet as he looks over his shoulder toward Scylla, the one who always kept him safe.

"I really do love Granny Wolf so much, though! She’s always been there for me, and... and she’s really strong. But... I don’t wanna be eaten, okay? So, if I see any scary monsters, you’ll probably see me screaming and running faster than a rabbit!"

His lip trembles as his tail sways nervously, eyes wide in genuine worry. Despite the fierce demon traits, Crimson still had the heart of a sweet, scared little boy.

"I promise I’ll try my best to help, but... if I see a Big Bad Wolf coming for me... you’re gonna have to protect me, Scylla! I’m no hero... just your little Red Riding Hood."