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He had never done anything like this before. The chair was really uncomfortable and the tarp reminded him of the blankets they’d put over your body for an Xray or surgery. He saw the person putting things out like scissors, combs, and clippers. The person ordered to do his hair smiled at him. He didn’t like it, this place was creepy.

“How would you like your hair?” the individual asked him.

“I don’t know,” Kristian replied truthfully and defiantly.

“Well, do you have a particular style? How short do you want it?” the individual asked again, he wasn’t really paying attention when they were introduced or anything of that sort.

Kristian shrugged.

“I don’t know anything about that,” he replied.

They gave Travis a nervous look, but went to walk away.

“How about we give you a book and you can look through the styles you like?” the individual asked. They walked to a coffee table meant for people waiting with lots of books scattered on it. He grabbed the scissors and cut where his hair was tied up in a ponytail and let his hair down naturally.

“Done,” Kristian told them.

There was an uncomfortable amount of silence in the room now. Kristian didn’t really know why as everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Can we go now?” Kristian asked, “This is a big waste of money and you complained about clothes. This seems unnecessary with something I could do with a pair of scissors.”

Again the room only got quieter. But he saw no need to hide behind a facade now since he accidentally let it slip. Pathetic honestly. It pissed him off. He was meant to kill Ghouls and here he was overwhelmed in a clothing department blowing his cover. Now in a place where they made you pay lots of money when he was cutting his hair with daggers, knives, and scissors in the countryside by himself without needing to pay anyone.