Act I: Enter, White

Chapter 3 – Berries & Magic

7:51 // Day 80, Freitag. Sol 97c.

Today marked the third day since White's arrival in Rubia, 10 days from the Luna Season. White had finally started adjusting to his new life, completing menial chores to occupy his brain whilst getting to know Enryn and Sara on a more personal level. He soon found out that life wasn't so different here than at home. The only real difference was the buildings. People lived the same life and no one had it easy, it's just that some had it easier than others.

He wondered every day about whether his choice was the correct one. And when he did too long, he was shortly swept along by the other two. Into a life of security and warmth. Three letters adorned White's empty dressing table upstairs – labelled to his family in Carencia. Small graffiti adorned the empty spaces of the letters, mostly terrible drawings of the scenery from his windows. The 16-year-old found comfort in expressing himself through any means, he didn't care whether people saw it or how well it was made. Just the fact that he could add these little details was enough.

Speaking of 16-year-olds. There was one now fast asleep, he was currently 21 minutes behind his morning alarm clock. The magical item that couldn't even conquer a sleeping child. That clock wasn't the only gift awarded to him, however. An identical set of clothing to his previous set was neatly layered on a stray chair. It seemed identical because it was, the boys clothing had been repaired the day before, which forced him into donning a kimono for the entire day. It was an unusual experience, but not an unwelcome one. The chair and articles of clothing, lay inches from the right side of his bed. And not inches from that spot stood an imposing man. The 47-year-old looked down from his 7'3 perch. He sighed; a deep, but casual, sigh. He approached the boy to wake him. Then stopped, a twisted grin formed on his square face. Grabbing the underside of the single bed, he coated the wooden frame with a set of magical seals, containing properties from a Gravitational Spell.

After a minute-or-so, he retreated towards the chair. Palming the folded clothes and pulling the chair from underneath them, leaving the fabrics suspended but moving slightly from the friction. The man seemed fairly pleased with his actions, so he seated himself atop the chair from the frontside. He leant his arms among the back support, which was the perfect height for his colossal body, then. When in prime position, clicked his fingers.

Hah!? What's happening to me? I'm... Falling!

The feeling of eternal suspension overcome my whole body as if I was in zero gravity and couldn't control myself. Wait. Zero gravity? My eyes opened after the initial shock had faded. I probably should have opened them sooner, but I was too scared. What I saw when I opened them irritated me beyond description.

"Enryn. What. The. Fuck?"

"Woah, feisty today are we, check the time before you go on one."

Rubbing my closed eyelids, tilting my head to the right, and narrowing my eyes towards my new alarm clock. Since I had just awoken and felt dazed, it was still hard to see. Unfortunately, even now I could read the clear blue lines of magic. They formed a series of numbers, that read, 7:54...

"Oh shit."

"Oh shit, indeed... I'll leave you to it then, be down in five."

Damnit, I was meant to be up 25 minutes ago.

My sheets quickly left the bed in a panic once Enryn had climbed down the ladder, resting the square-cut panel for the hole on the right-hand side for ease of access. Exposing myself to no-one, I jolted towards where I assumed my clothes would be – the dressing table. However, as I did, felt the familiar fabric hit my leg. I instinctively pulled back, separating my levitating clothes and forcing them into every direction away from me. It was too early for this, I thought as I sprinted across my entire room to gather my floating clothes. Enryn might act mature, but in reality, he's a joke of an adult.

Touching the fabric, I used a trick which Sara had shown me before. Something that anyone could do with a few hours of practice. I coated the clothes in a thin layer of my natural mana, dispelling the magic link to the caster (which in this case was Enryn). A barely visible layer of luminous blue light enveloped the clothing, breaking the spell and allowing me to gather up my clothes, not having to worry about them floating away. This blue light that was emitted whenever a spell was cast, isn't actually real. It's just a change of frequency in the atoms surrounding the area of effect, creating an illusion unique to the individual's perception. Meaning this beautiful hue of blue which I saw was for my eyes only.

Beginning to heave on my updated clothing, I felt the rough and familiar fabric grace my skin. It was a feeling that anyone in their right mind would hate, but after being without it for the day prior I had begun to miss my original attire. The white shirt I wore didn't reach the ends of my wrists, nor did they reach past my waist. They were a size too small, they felt cheap and the neck was cut wide to save material. My woven trousers were a tanned brown colour. They were similar in form to the modified hosen trousers that have become popular for both genders in the capital, though much coarser and not fitted to my figure properly. My black buskin shoes were next on, made from goatskin – they were probably the most-expensive piece after my cloak. I tightened the new laces twice over, then made my way across the sun-lit room (Enryn had unbolted the window the day after I had moved in). Before descending, I made sure to take my ragged hood with me. However, now that my clothing had all been updated, it felt wrong to wear it. Yet this would be the last time I would.

Moving the square panel aside, I descended into the storage room. Finding my footing among the collection of stacked produce. Glancing around, my eyes eventually landed on the open doorway behind me. I could see Enryn standing idle at the entrance, wielding a massive backpack. It was overflowing with bits and bobs. In particular, a piece of papyrus. I could only assume that it was a map of some kind, possibly to show the coach driver where we wanted to go.

"Two minutes early. Good stuff, let's go."

Not much longer had I arrived, did we set off for the already waiting coach. Passing through the front gate placed us directly at the coaches rear-end. Waiting, just out of our initial view, was a small man who appeared to be our driver. His clothing was extremely Southern, you could tell from how modern it was. He paraded in a silver waistcoat, with a white dress shirt beneath. Above the waistcoat was a grey blazer featuring a pocket on the upper left-hand side, which was to soon receive silver from Enryn's pocket. Fitted grey trousers led the path to a pair of pointed, black shoes.

The man used one of the steps to reach the handle, allowing himself to open the door for us. Enryn gestured me on first and then turned towards the man, still smaller than him even whilst on the step. Taking out a handful of silver - and the papyrus paper - he gave both to the now descending man. He placed the silver in his blazer pocket, then held the map open for Enryn who pointed in the general area that we were heading.

The destination was in the Southern District, and the purpose wasn't for a social call. No, it was something a bit more important. Today would be my last day with white hair. But, honestly? I felt a huge burden was about to be lifted from my shoulders, though at the same time, I felt a sense of apprehension and worry. I was aware that the process was painful and that the effects were semi-permanent. Also, I hadn't informed my family of my decision. I had written letters with which I tried to explain my choice, and everything that led up to it, but. I couldn't send them. Even if I had sent them now, there wouldn't have been any time to receive their response.

Enryn had offered to extend the deadline, in order to inform my family. Though I declined. I had originally come here for selfless reasons, but now they had become a bit more selfish. Telling myself that this choice was my own and promising that I would keep my original goal intact, I pushed forward. I wouldn't get anywhere by waiting around.

"Yeah, right around there. No, no, more to the lef- that's it. We need to stop at a place called Berries & Magic, I'll give you the exact street once we're there."

"No problem, sir."

The little man gestured upwards, where Enryn began heading. Well, I say he is little. He is closer to average height than Enryn and I. So really, we are just giants.

Not long after, had Enryn placed himself across from me. The carriage was fairly narrow, not permitting either of us breathable leg space. This caused the colossal man to grunt dejectedly. I must admit, I didn't have much room so I could imagine how cramped he felt. Looking around the carriage, to my right, I saw a small rectangular piece of cloth. It seemed that it was used to stop rain from collecting on people's laps. Though I didn't understand the need since not only was this carriage indoors, but neither of us had baggy clothing like that on. I imagined that it was more just for show, instead of for practical reasons. The same way that fancy restaurants apparently put decorated cloth on the tables, that's just what I've been told, however.

"Bloody hell. This is a tight fit, ey?"

"Do you want to go on the roof?"

"Hah! Do you want me crashing on your head, when it gives?"

"Ah, I do not."

We found that banter like this came naturally. My semi-serious tone and straightforward questions seemed to give Enryn the perfect opportunities for his dreadful stand-up act. Though I didn't mind. This sort of tone kept our conversations constant, acting as filler in between our real talk. Effectively eliminating the awkward silences that plague new friends.

"Hmm..."

Enryn let out a questioning noise as he rooted through his bag. It wouldn't fit on the floor, so he was having to balance it on the thin, velvet cushioned, bench to his right.

"Ahhmm..."

His vocal hums grew in volume and increased in quantity.

"Alright, what is it?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about something."

God, I hated when he did this. Sometimes he would just start humming to himself, clearly having something on his mind, but not telling me what it was. Then, once I had given up trying to pry it from him, he would spill the beans. So, I did exactly that, I just ignored him. I even went as far as resting my head on the cushioned benches back-rest, shutting my eyes. Of course, just as I did.

"So, you're sure about this? Not having any regrets now, are we?"

Casually, I re-opened my eyes to meet with Enryn's. He had now adopted his famous serious gaze, which still threw me off, though not enough to stun my train of thought - or speech - like when we first met.

"Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Alright, just making sure. You've only been here for barely four days; I don't want you to rush into this."

You're one to talk, are you not the person who offered a random 16-year-old place in his household? Well, had it been anyone else, I wouldn't have accepted. Sounds pretty dodgy on paper.

Certainly, it was an unusual circumstance, but it was also an amazing opportunity. And those are the ones you have to take.

Whilst I had previously only mentioned bringing myself and my clothes, I had secretly brought something else. Fumbling the familiar pouch, I looked down towards it. Inside was all of the money that I had. Apart from my clothes, it was all I was. Over my short life I had raised this money through odd jobs; babysitting, working the fields and the like. My friends back home had supported me, helping chip in if a job was too big but I was fairly adamant to earn the majority by myself. And yet, here I was. About to offer it to the man who saved my life. Putting my trust into him wasn't a hard choice, however. In fact, I found it easier to trust Enryn than I did to distrust every other stranger.

After looking over the contents, Enryn had told me that I had more silver here than I initially thought. When I had first arrived, I landed just outside the Western Districts. Which, unfortunately, for me, was notoriously more expensive than the Northern/Eastern Districts. This revelation valued my money almost twice as much as I thought, saying that I was lucky pickpockets hadn't targeted me. So, finally. I decided to trust Enryn wholeheartedly. Picking up the pouch caused the pieces of silver to rattle inside, alerting the sharp-eared man.

"Enryn, I need you to take this. It should more than cover the hair dyeing, right?"

Enryn narrowed his eyes, away from his small pile of books that he had just removed from his backpack. He studied me carefully before answering. His natural Insight told him what a person's true aim was when they opened their hearts to him. With a satisfied grunt, he replied.

"You trust me to keep my end of the deal? How do you know I won't kick you out the second you hand over that money? You won't even be able to get home. What's your plan then?"

"Of course, I trust you, just take it. You're offering me all you have, so, I need to do the same."

Another momentary pause. And then.

"...Alright. I understand."

I reached my right hand over to Enryn's side of the carriage - which contained the pouch of silver. The lack of space made it a short journey, barely having to arch my back to reach him.

Enryn's empty palm placed itself beneath the little pouch, which was of equal value to my life in this scenario. Then, with a clink. It fell, spreading out over his dark-skinned palm. Not a moment passed had we both retreated to our previous positions. Enryn weighed the pouch, just by hand. Then turned back to me.

"Thanks White, that should just be enough. I'll add it to the pot."

Just as the words left his mouth, Enryn pulled out a large burlap sack. He untied the top, revealing the contents. What was inside came as a shock.

There were at least 14 equal-sized pouches inside, and they all made the same clinking sound – just to greater effect. Once open, Enryn casually chucked my entire life earnings inside. I was stunned, to say the least. Just my pouch of money could house a person for up to 2 months. There must be more than 2 years worth of rent inside that sack.

Wait a second. Didn't he say that would just be enough? So, he didn't bring enough in the first place, which means.

"Ughh, you knew I would bring it. Didn't you?"

"Yep. I'm glad you did, otherwise, it would've been quite awkward once we got there."

I take back what I said before, I don't trust him. I despise him...

I think...

9:12

Ughh, I'm so bored. My legs have cramped so much. I can only imagine how stiff Enryn feels. Right now, I hope he's feeling all but none of his legs since he's just scammed me out of my life earnings. However, I did feel a little better after he told me he would get me some new clothes tomorrow. But still... he could have just asked.

Anyway, Enryn had explained why the treatment would cost so much. Once he did, it became fairly obvious. This trip wasn't booked through official means. An old friend of Enryn's owed him a huge favour, though not huge enough to be done for free. See, if we had gone to a local Salon, they would have either outright refused – since it was considered a capital offence to cover up White hair – and/or they would have informed the guard about me. The reason I've mentioned before. Since people believed me to be a key to find these so-called Founder's Relics, people in high places wanted me.

This was the main negative in coming here, or anywhere for that fact, I couldn't spend my entire life cooped up in Carencia. Plus, from what Enryn told me, you were treated quite well by the Government if you had white hair and eyes: they had to, otherwise no one would ever come clean about having them. The main downside was that you basically lost your freedom in exchange for that treatment.

So, that's the reason for the expenses; along with the reason for how far we are having to travel.

See, Enryn lives directly next to the Merchant's District in the Northern region of the city but we are heading to the Southern region. Carriages were also typically slower than walking since they had to take the main road around the Merchant's District's circumference. This is because commercial carriage drivers cannot enter the Merchant's District unless they obtain permission. The reason being, to stop congestion. With everyone cutting through the cramped streets the customers wouldn't even have space to shop. Anyway, it seemed my boredom had reached the point where I was content to recount those traffic regulations.

Enryn, on the other hand, was engrossed in his numerous journals. All of them were ragged, but in the way that showed their use, as opposed to just being old. He had been ticking off boxes on his to-do list. Even though he acted carefreely, he was pretty serious about his work. That work mainly involved him taking produce to the surrounding countries who needed it. He could kill two birds with one stone by doing that: feeding the needy and getting paid. Though, Enryn was semi-retired, so he didn't charge half as much as other traders would. Yet he still took his job very seriously.

With that, I decided to get some sleep. We seemed to still be a ways off and I struggled to get rest last night, nerves and all. My head hit the comfortable lid of the benches back-rest. So comfortable, in fact, I almost forgot that I had lost all feeling in my legs.

"..."

"…..."

"...zzz"

10:34

My eyes shot open at the sudden sound of a hatch being opened. A small indentation in the roof of the carriage housed a small window that connected us to the small man and his pair of horses. Looking through the gap, I could make out the horse on the left, but the man blocked the right horse. It had a long, black mane. The horse itself proudly flaunted a reddish-brown coat with creamy white patches. Or, at least, it would have, had it not been wearing a cloth coat. The coat was a complimentary green colour, also featuring white patches. They were, however, much more uniform than the parts I could make out on the horse.

"Is this the place?"

The driver activated a mechanism, drawing back the one-way curtains so that we could make out the street better. I ducked my head as Enryn scanned through the window behind me. He nodded his head towards the man and gave his thanks.

"This is the place. Here, your tip."

Handing over two small pieces of silver, Enryn then turned his attention to me.

"Get up if you can. I'm going to need a minute-or-so, so head on out first."

"No problem, I'll be outside."

I heaved my thin legs over Enryn's trunk sized pair, thanking the coach driver on my way out. He didn't reply, however, and before I noticed, he had opened the door and offered his hand to help down the two stairs.

"Thanks."

"No, I must thank you for your patience. The horses were slower than usual today, they added 10 minutes to our journey."

Ten minutes, huh. It felt like we had been in that coach for almost 3 hours, surely it was nothing to apologise for. Accepting his hand, I slowly made my way down the small steps. Very slowly... Landing my feet on even ground, I looked back inside the carriage. Enryn was stretching his body as far as the small space would permit. The main issue we had wasn't the length of the carriage, but the width. With one of us out, the other could sit sideways and have plenty of room: this is exactly what Enryn was currently utilising.

After finding my balance, I headed towards the closest bench in view. It was a wooden bench similar to the one that Enryn had offered his proposal to me at. Perching myself down yet again, I stretched my legs as far as they would reach – all while hogging the entire bench to myself with my extended arms.

Once I felt a bit more 'elastic', I observed my immediate area. Almost instantly, my eyes landed on our destination. It was a tiny Salon, tucked between the other commercial shops. Directly between the butchers and grocers. It seemed an odd place for a Hair Salon.

Above the tiny, red door, a sign could be read...

Oi, oi. That's a bit of a carefree sign, is it not? How did this person expect to get customers with such a ridiculous advertisement? Though, after this one appointment, he'll likely be sorted for the rest of the year. Possibly more... Gods. I'm just imagining what an old friend of Enryn is like. Even if they have just an ounce of his personality, they're going to be annoying to deal with.

The more I looked at the sign, the more confused I got. I just couldn't understand what the link between 'Berries' and 'Magic' was. Even if there was a link, why in God's name would you choose it for your business? It's a hair salon. Maybe I would understand if it was the grocers next door. It's like they don't want customers.

Agh, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that this friend of Enryn's was definitely weird. That shop was totally dodgy, right? Surely, it's not just me who thinks that. It just didn't fit in with any of the other shops in view. First of all, there was some kind of black 'graffiti', showing a bunch of berries to the left of the door, but it had been done in possibly the worst spot. It wasn't even on a relatively flat surface. It was just painted straight onto the textured stone wall, making the result a completely skewed drawing that looked like a sketch I would put in one of my letters home.

Secondly, the actual stone was completely different to the 'theme' of the street. Every other shop-front had golden-coloured stone, with clear defining lines between each brick. But this place. It was a bright, pinkish, colour and had clearly been painted over the current bricks with far too many layers. This just made it look like a bumpy pink house with even bumpier berries painted on top.

Just looking at the building was annoying me. Pulling my hood down enough to hide the horrendous sight, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

thud...

…was the sound Enryn made when he jumped from the tiny carriage.

"Am I glad to get out of there. You don't do those carriages in extra-large, do you?"

"Unfortunately, no. Not until we start doing humans in extra small."

"Hmm. Well, we shouldn't be any longer than an hour, so, do you mind waiting?"

"No, no. Of course not. But you will still be charged, is that ok?"

The two of them talked about money. I, on the other hand, made my way over to the front of the salon. The bench I was seated upon had been to the right of the carriage, across a small road only narrow enough for the one carriage – maybe two in an absolute pinch. This unintentionally had given me the perfect view of the salon. Now that I think about it, that bench was in perfect condition...

"mmh hm mhh"

I sang a little tune while Enryn continued talking to the man. It seemed like he wanted the driver to wait for him, even willing to pay for him to sit still. The reason being, that the closest carriage rental was a good distance away and we were only going to be less than an hour.

A few moments later, they began saying their temporary farewells. At the sign of the conversation's end, I closed the gap towards Enryn's side. And with a small hiya, the horse-drawn carriage sprung into motion. It began to start locating a good point to stay out of the way and turn the carriage back around. I believed in the horses, so I left them to it, whilst turning back to Enryn.

"Ready?"

"...ready."

"Alrighty. Let's do this thing."

And with that, we headed for the obnoxious salon.

"Looks groovy, doesn't it?" Enryn mused to me.

"You can't be serious. It looks like the work of a child younger than myself."

I paused for a second to try and see if Enryn was being serious, then I saw a faint smile forcing its way through his poor facade.

"Yeah, it's proper shite, isn't it? Hahaha. Don't tell Sin I said that, though."

Just as Enryn replied, the tiny red door swung open. Enryn stopped his dialogue the second he saw the door swinging. His face could only be described in likeness to a child; one who had just done something worthy of an audible uh oh.

The open door revealed a completely normal-looking figure, at least from the neck down. He wore attire not too dissimilar to mine. However, he donned a hood that covered his entire face - save cutouts for his eyes. I couldn't see his hair or facial features at all. I could just about make out a faint pair of silver eyes through the holes, though. Above his almost identical - except in colour and neck width - black shirt, was a black apron with white stitching along the borders, stopping at the straps that reached around his neck and waist.

"Do yer' wanna say that again, En? You come 'ere, gobbin' off that my house is shite. It's called art ya melt."

Wow. I don't know who this man is, but I've never met someone who talks so... so. Vile.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry Sin. Now, can we please come in. You've opened the door for us and all."

"tch. Whatever. Get yer' arses in."

Leading on first, the man named 'Sin' brought us inside of Berries & Magic. Closing the door behind us.

Once we were inside of the tiny, sun-lit room, Sin walked over to the only window in the store. It was on the right-hand side of the front door. Reaching over to a set of pale-brown curtains, he pulled them too, quickly and effectively. Once he had done that, the entire room became pitch black. I hadn't even had the chance to observe the area before having the light taken from me.

Though, just as I wondered about the lack of light sources.

"Lux, creare, et dux de essentia ostende mihi viam. Release."

Suddenly, a blue light flickered from Sin's left hand. The blue light was similar to all the previous magic I had witnessed but was much stronger. The spell had summoned a light source, which was now being piloted by the man. It was moving towards... me?

Without warning, Sin appeared in front of me, almost instantly; he reached his hand out and with a quick pull, removed my hood from my scalp, revealing my silky, white hair to the world. If this happened under normal circumstances, I should've been panicking by now. But, I knew this person was chosen for the job specifically by Enryn. So, I didn't respond to his act, trusting that only those present were aware of my deformity.

"Hmm. White, was it? Has anyone ever told you how fitting that name was?"

"On more than one occasion." I replied.

"I see, I see. Well. It pains me to do this. But. We should probably get started sooner... than later."

The man who I had once presumed to be normal, was now a skulking creature. The second the door had closed his entire demeanour had changed. His words were no longer rough and violent, instead, speaking fluent Dalaean. He also perfectly pronounced, what I can only assume to be one of the 'Old Tongues', a language bygone in today's day and age. I wasn't sure why he used it when casting a spell since there was no need to verbalise your magic.

Without anything further to say, he simply retreated further into the once-dark hallway – followed closely by his blue, floating, light-source. Once he was a bit further in, I looked back to Enryn. He just returned a gentle nod and smiled using only his mouth. As if to say, just go with it.

The room we were in looked to be a waiting room. The floor was made from a pale-brown granite. It didn't feel like it would make me slip in my current shoes. This was probably because it was mostly rough, instead of smooth. Which is how granite should be. The floor also had lots of cracks, but they seemed more natural when paired with the stone brick walls. On either end of the supposed waiting room were two equally uncomfortably looking benches. But now wasn't the time to be looking around here, the strange man known as Sin had already begun his way down the hall. That hallway was on the right-hand side of the room (coming in from the front door). There appeared to be no way to go left from here. Almost as if there was just a hollow space in the building.

Enryn and I quickly caught up to the skulking man, who was taking his time staggering forward. Going through the narrow corridor, I brushed past a dense-looking steel door. It seemed to lead to the space that I had seen earlier. Underneath the door, I could feel an updraft, a chilling wind. I felt the cold, metal, door as I went past. Something about that door worried me, though I put that thought away for now.

It wasn't long after that we appeared to arrive at our destination, a wooden doorframe on our left. Sin passed through first, followed by Enryn who had to duck underneath the 6'4 doorframe. Then, it was my turn. Instinctively ducking under the frame out of habit from back home. I was greeted to a room similar in purpose and size to our room of arrival, however, the room here had an assortment of chairs surrounding the outer edges of the room instead of benches. Before the fact, I noticed an open hearth at the far end of the room. By the fireplace lay a reclining chair that rested upon a large basin. Presumably, the place where you had your hair dyed. However, just a chair and basin by itself would have been fine.

The thing that set me off was the restraints on that chair.

"Subponatis."

Sin released another short chant, this one lighting the hearth and filling the room with a new, natural, light-source. We made our way into the centre of the room, where Sin began to itch his scalp, looking back at us with a confused expression. He gestured towards the set of chairs. Shortly after, Enryn and I were seated and awaiting our next instruction. Before that instruction arrived, however. My mind was occupied with thoughts of how uncomfortable these chairs were, they were even worse than back home, though I wouldn't be the first to say that.

More importantly, once we had been seated for less than a few, fleeting, seconds. Sin had made his way towards a small sink where he put on a pair of transparent gloves. He had begun to gather his equipment in a way that seemed extremely professional. And, being honest, I was started to wonder whether this person was even capable of appearing normal, nevermind dyeing my hair.

Taking the opportunity, I asked Enryn about the man.

"Huh, Sin? Yeah. He's a bit doolally, but. He's also the best stylist in this whole Country. Once he's done with you, you'd never be able to tell that you had white hair previously. Though, the reason that he's charging so much isn't that he would turn you in or anything. He's just extremely annoyed that he has to dye your hair since he's fixated with those stories from Whites' Veil."

"I see. I guess that explains his rough behaviour from before then, I just thought he didn't like me."

"Well. He does like you, but only for your hair. He probably doesn't like you now though."

Enryn harboured a mix of boredom and annoyance with that reply. That boredom would soon end, with the coming announcement.

"This is Sin Odin. Lead stylist of Berries & Magic. Can White please make his way over, I repeat. Can Mr White please make his way over to the torture chair. Thank You!

"There's no going back now..."

10:51

Chapter 3, End.