In the depths of a twisted forest, the air was thick with an eerie silence. Crimson stood in a clearing, surrounded by ancient trees that loomed ominously overhead. The moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting an unsettling ambiance. At his feet, a bound figure lay on the ground, their eyes wide with fear.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Crimson asked, his tone smooth yet threatening. The captive shook their head vigorously, terror etched across their features.

He knelt beside them, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. “You’ve crossed paths with the wrong demon. Your little escapade caught my attention, and now you’re going to tell me everything.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against their skin. “Or I’ll make this very painful.”