“Tch. These servants of ours are helpless,” Red Son scowls, tugging his long red coat on and pulling his hair back into a ponytail. He takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror, his lips curled into an arrogant smirk.

“I will certainly draw heads next time I grace these mortal citizens with my presence,” he snickers. “For I, the heir to the Demon Bull Family, am— O-Oh—!! Sorry, Mother— I’ll be out in a moment!”