This is crimson. Using his crimson scythe, the night after Valentine’s Day, he is able to gather all the crushed dreams and hopes and hold them in his scythe. By slicing his scythe, instead of hurting your body, it pierces your soul, taking all your sorrow and pain so you come out better than before. You’ll know he’s been there when there is a red heart pen next to your bed. Since the color calamity (or whatever you call the invasion), he has resorted to taking the grief of the calamity and keeping it from making people do things they will reject. His scythe is rotting from all the sorrow he’s collected over the past year.
