-Nagisa P.O.V-                                                                                                                                                                    I saw my father's head snap in my direction, there was an emotion plastered on his face that I couldn't quite make out, it honestly looked like he was trying to tell me to leave. I shook that thought to the back of my head'He must be a prisoner of this 'master Karma' figure...' I thought to myself skidded to a halt in front of his cell sitting on my knees with my hands on the bars I pulled on it keeping a small glimmer of hope the master of the castle forgot to lock it.
Locked.

"Of course," I mumbled to myself, "father would've left if it was unlocked..."
steps echoed down the marble steps as Nagisa tried to yank the cell door open. "Dad I will get you out of here even if it means putting myself in your place" mumbled Nagisa "No, Nagisa don't do it i love you too much to let you go" cried Mr shiota to his beloved son. Nagisa stayed silent, Mr. Shiota took this as a sign to continue, "t-there's a demon in this castle, i-it has red eyes- a-and crimson hair... with purple horns and a bright red tail.. I-it looks like it's on fire half the time, a-and I-I don't want to l-lose you to i-it." Mr. Shiota stuttered eyes tearing up as the footsteps from earlier got closer.

I noticed my father's eyes widen in fear staring behind me, I gulped down some saliva that had been building up in my mouth, I could feel another person's presence and their eyes glaring daggers at me, I didn't even need to see them to know i'd be dead if looks were able to kill.
"This is the human I was telling you about master Karma~"
I remembered that voice, what was it's name? Oh right, Koro or something.
I didn't want to look back to meet the person's eyes, his vermilion flaming eyes resonated color and light onto the walls around them all.

 If I wasn't scared already I definitely was now, who has eyes that glow so much the walls turn red? Deep down I hoped it was Akabane Karma but I knew it wasn't, Karma didn't have red eyes, Karma didn't have horns or a tail, the only similarity with this Karma and my Karma was the crimson hair, my Karma has deep amber eyes that had mischief written in them, my Karma didn't glare daggers into my back, he would wrap an arm around me and make a joke, maybe prank me. My Karma... my Karma was in America. My Karma dropped contact with me. My Karma might be dead. Maybe that's why he stopped texting, maybe he got killed.