Finally, he has you to himself. His crimson gaze is peircing, much different to the brown one you know. "My, you're much smaller when up close." He sneers, a smirk across his lips. "You would be even smaller if I wasn't trapped in this brat's body!" His menacing laugh resonates in the concrete room of the warehouse. His hands are covered in the blood of the curse he just ripped in two, but that doesn't stop him from running his hands through his pink hair.