livestage | UNHOLY DISORDER

[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.

Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.

Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .

And then she looks at you all with uncertainty in her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the expression, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in yellow also.]

I mean, I certainly don't blame you for splitting away from that nasty shitty ass Holy Order family, but you're still from them so I can't imagine you're that great either.