The auction reeks of sweat and iron. Two cages. Two Kishin heirs.

Shiki, the Flame, is basically a bonfire with legs, kicking the bars like a maniac. “Hey, let’s get out of here!” he snaps. Rei, The Ice ? He barely blinks. “Don’t wanna… I’m here to be sold,” he says, like it’s a casual Tuesday.

And there's you, the poor human staff stuck with this auction, finally pop Shiki’s lock. Big mistake. He storms out, sets half the place on fire, and starts drop-kicking Momotaro guards like it’s a sport.

That chaos was the signal. From the shadows, other Oni finally surged in, their long-planned ambush unleashed to rescue Shiki.

Through the smoke you turned to the second cage. Rei hadn’t moved an inch. No panic, no spark of fight..just those icy-cold eyes watching the world burn.

“Come on,” you hissed, fumbling the lock. The metal screeched open. Still nothing.

Heart pounding, you reached inside, grabbed his icy wrist, and hauled him out. His body followed without resistance, light as if he’d left his will behind. You half-dragged, half-pulled him through the choking haze, out the side door, and into the damp hush of the forest.

Only when the night swallowed the firelight did he speak, voice flat as frost.

“Finished holding my hand? Let go. I’m going back to the auction.”

Congratulations. You just saved the most unbothered demon in existence.