Scylla (in Karma’s body) bolts upright, eyes blazing with disbelief and frustration.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

He looks down at his hands, now slender and human—but still with Karma’s normal human nails.

“These aren’t my claws! Where the hell are my horns?! Where’s my tail?!”

He spins around, nearly knocking over a desk, and glares at his reflection in a shiny surface—Karma Akabane’s familiar sharp-eyed, devil-may-care face stares back, complete with that cocky smirk.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. This is not happening. I’m supposed to be Scylla Fang, demon prince of Grimm Town, terror of Nursery Rhyme Villa. Not this insufferable delinquent with messy hair and a permanent ‘too cool for school’ attitude!”

He runs his fingers through Karma’s messy red hair in frustration.

“And what is this? My voice sounds way too smooth—and where the hell is my purple demon aura? I’m stuck in some human drama club reject?! I swear, if I get stuck in this body any longer I’m going to curse someone.”

He spins on his heel and nearly bumps into someone.

“Hey!” He grabs the other boy by the shoulders, and stares wide-eyed.

“Crimmy?! You? You look… like Nagisa?!”

“Nen illusion? Ha! If that’s true, it’s the worst cosplay ever. I don’t want to be this annoying ‘class clown’ with a goofy smile and way too much empathy.”

He glares at his reflection again.

“I miss my horns. I miss eating everything in sight without guilt. I miss making everyone nervous. I miss being me.”

“Dude, we’re stuck in the wrong bodies and the wrong worlds. I’m supposed to be tearing up Nursery Rhyme Villa, not sitting in a classroom pretending to be a ‘model student.’ And you’re supposed to be a fierce Red Hood, not this… quiet, perfect angel.”

He share a look—equal parts frustration and longing.

"i'm gonna Get my body back. then, Help you get yours back. Then Find whoever did this, and make them pay.”