The Parrot exhaled a breath, and sucked in air through gritted teeth. She slowly approached the foreboding prototype, she rested her palm on the Sage's shape.

  Her eyes widened, the voice of the Sage. It came from the inside of her head rather than from the speakers.

  The Sage stared at the apartment, observing it as if it was a moving organism.

  'Window,' the Sage spoke to the Parrot through the mind.

  Suddenly, a sound. It was loud.

  "AAHHHHHH! AHHHH!" screamed from the top of something's lungs.

  It came from inside the apartment, inside Yaufin Sphikur's home. Where she slept, ate and had vulnerable moments in.

  The Parrot looked at the Sage, her singur eye was glowing. According to the Pigeon, this means that she's using her birthright. The Parrot walked to the front of the apartment, the screaming came closer.

  It sounded human, but bloated.

  The Parrot stared back at the Sage, her eye focused on the window to her bedroom.

  "Baley, Finell. Cover me!" the Parrot ordered.

  The two Sparrows pulled out their pistols, behind the Parrot. The Parrot herself didn't brandish a gun, instead she clenched her left hand into a fist. The golden cybernetic fingers that repced her fleshed fingers started to crackle with electricity.

  "Sage, do not stop using your power," the Parrot ordered.

  The Parrot slowly opened the door to the apartment, inspecting the surroundings. Everything was as normal, the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom. Nothing had changed.

  Slowly, carefully, the Parrot walked up the stairs. To the bedroom, to the source of the screaming. She clenched her fist and raised her hand to the doorknob, she tightly wrapped her hand around it.

  "Surrender, you! Resist and I won't hesitate!" the Parrot threatened.

  The Parrot waited for a few more seconds, then opened the door, ready to strike at once. She looked around the room, nothing. The sound was there, but it wasn't inside, the Parrot's eyes widened as she'd quickly put it together. The sound was more muffled than normal, she looked to the wall. The sound came from behind, behind that wall.

  The Parrot pointed to the wall, her eyes diting as she observed that small detail that she could've noticed before all of this happened.

  The wall outlet at the upper edge of the room. There were wires covering the hole.

  For months, the Parrot never bothered to fix the outlet.

  It was supposed to be bare, it had nothing.

  No wires.

  There's wires, where nothing should've been.

  The day before, there weren't wires. But st night, the Parrot fell asleep on the desk. On a mattress.

  Else, she would have noticed it. Finell was on the bed, she would have seen the outlet but wouldn't have known about it.

  If she just noticed st night...

  The Parrot inhaled, and shouted "BALEY! USE YOUR ARM!"

  Baley's eyes widened, he quickly threw his gun in a hurry and pulled back the sleeves of his right arm. There revealed a green insect-like arm, the spaces between his human flesh and the insect-like arm seemed to have gradual integration.

  Green veins from the insect flesh beneath the exoskeleton bled into his flesh.

  Baley's Birthright, Ant Arm.

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  [colpse]Baley ran up to the wall, pulled back his right arm, then thrust it forward. His cws easily digging into the wall, then he pulled said arm back. The entire wall came with it, the Ant Arm was marginally stronger than that of a human's possible strength.

  Their eyes widened, as it was revealed to them. A body of grotesque shape and form.

  The thing that haunted the Parrot st night, its baring human teeth and hazel eyes.

  It showed a creepy grin, no longer screaming.

  It was a Reformed, a grotesque beast. But unlike the other reformed, they looked neither 'monstrous' nor 'alien', this one looked human. A perversion of the human structure.

  It seemed to be two male torsos melded together. The head at the front showed his grin, hazel eyes that glowed against the dark crevice of the space behind the rooms. They were thin, but they were rather massive. The head at the front had an aged face with bck short hair, his torso elongated. His arms were sprawly, stretched with no finger nails. Instead, their fingertips seemed to be encased or made of some sort of hard material. Their torso connected with the torso of the head behind, creating a long corridor of flesh between the two torsos.

  The second head looked tearful, regretful and full of sorrow. His body looked beefier and bigger than the front head, his face looked malformed, even more than the front head. His blonde eyebrows was the only sign of hair on his body, his eyes looked dead. Not physically, but one devoid of hope. Tears fell from his eyes.

  "Graahhh, shd aup!" the front head shouted at the weeping head, it grinded its teeth together and reached its hand towards the weeping head.

  "Shoot!" the Parrot shouted, she immediately pulled out her pistol.

  The birds followed, unloading bullets. Shots echoing against the otherwise quiet day, bullets digging and piercing through flesh accompanied the roars of pistols. But, as the bullets became few and their cartridges ran out.

  The Reformed ughed, their body full of holes. But, the holes began to heal at a rapid rate. Regeneration.

  The Reformed grinned, then they began to move. The front head hooked his hand inside of the back head's gums, forcibly making a hole inside of his gums.

  "AHHHH! HHURTT! HHUURTT!" the back head screamed in pain.

  The front head simply chuckled, he sounded like an old man ughing. Then, the front head brought his arms out, whilst grabbing the back head's gums. The back head let out an agonizing shriek as suddenly, his gums were pulled along, extending and elongating. The Parrot's eyes widened as she realized what that was.

  The gums being elongated, stretched and the teeth that seemed to increase in number along with the gum's elongated state. Lining up into a massive row of teeth. The back head's upper jaw was that very same 'saw' that she kept hearing yesterday.

  Spoiler

  [colpse]"Bhird... Bhird-iiee..." the Reformed muttered, the Parrot in an instant ran forward.

  The Parrot saw her offender, if there ever came an opportunity to face your fear. Ball up your fists, and fight. The Parrot readied her left hand, electric currents linking between her cybernetic fingers.

  The reformed grinned, they charged after the Parrot. The dominant head opened his jaws, towards the Parrot. The Parrot reached out her hand, now his mouth a mere finger's length away from the Parrot's hand.

  The reformed cmped down his maws, only for it to stop just before cmping down on the Parrot's hand. The reformed's eyes widened as the back head saw Baley's ant arm block the bite, becoming a wedge.

  Then, each of the heads screamed as they were suddenly blinded. Shots aimed directly at their eyeballs, the front head witnessed that Finell was the perpetrator before going blind. The reformed screamed and shed out, the front head growled as he swung the toothsaw of the back head.

  The back head screamed as he was suddenly thrown about, his body smming against the floor of the apartment. Quickly, the reformed's eyes regenerated and observed the enemies before them. Then, their eyes widened.

  The Parrot dug her cybernetic fingers inside of the back head's neck, piercing through. The Parrot gritted her teeth as the electricity burst forth, the electricity ran through the Reformed's entire body.

  However, it wasn't strong enough to defeat the Reformed let alone paralyze it. It merely slowed them down, the Reformed looked out towards the outside and crawled over. The front head looked at the Parrot and grabbed her neck, Baley ran forward and grabbed the Reformed's wrist. Baley clenched his fist and broke the Reformed's hand, the Reformed screamed again.

  But, the Reformed quickly brought the toothsaw up bringing the back head along with it. Baley's eyes widened, and Finell shot her gun. The shots blinded the back head but not the front head. It wasn't enough.

  The Parrot acted immediately and brought her left hand up to catch the toothsaw, she managed to hold the toothsaw with her cybernetic fingers but couldn't run her electricity against solid teeth. The Reformed growled even more as he kept raising his hand, building up potential.

  "BALEY! LET GO!" the Parrot screamed.

  Baley gasped, "IT'LL CHOKE YOU OUT!" he screamed.

  The Parrot grit her teeth and raised her leg, "I SAID LET GO, YOU FUCKWIT!" the Parrot kicked Baley away causing him to let go.

  "YAUFI-! PARROT!" Baley shouted, the Reformed quickly jumped through the window while holding the Parrot by the throat.

  The Parrot's cybernetic fingers cracked as the toothsaw dug into them, then as the reformed crashed to the ground. Her golden cybernetic fingers snapped off of the Parrot's hand at the moment of impact.

  ***

  The windows broke open, and a thin but tall Reformed jumped out. The back head sobbing loudly as the front head crawled forwards with a big grin on his face.

  "Mahdammm.... Mahdamm! Go-Gottt eeit!" the Reformed screamed, clumsily handling the Parrot by her throat.

  The Reformed looked around and, suddenly. They saw something, beside an armored vehicle. It didn't look real, alive. But it was.

  Some sort of shape that no ordinary creature could be, there was an eye in the middle of that shape. At first, it seemed to be staring off somewhere. Until its gaze slowly turned to them.

  A purple gre, it felt gentle at first. Then it was as if their entire soul was being stripped bare, for this being to see.

  I am defenseless, no armor. No power, no strength.

  I am being seen, understood.

  Don't look at me, I can't breath.

  It hurts, my head.

  My heart, it's getting tighter.

  Stop, stop looking at me.

  I have no strength here, no prowess.

  Stop looking at me, stop looking at us.

  We cannot see, we cannot move.

  Our souls are chained.

  Stop looking at me, at my soul.

  ***

  The Parrot struggled despite the futility of it all, having lost her only useful weapon against the Reformed. It crawled fast, like a cockroach or spider. Screaming something about a 'madam.'

  Then, all of a sudden as they passed the armored car. The reformed stopped in its tracks, dropping to the floor. The Parrot looked surprised, but quickly removed herself from the reformed's clutches.

  The sound of dust being kicked up clued the Parrot in on what happened, the ambient sound of something alien coming closer.

  It was the Sage, the Parrot looked behind her and saw the Sage slowly hovering to her. Her singur eye glowing a striking violet.

  "Will you kill this one?" the Sage asked through the speakers on her body.

  The Parrot stared at the Sage, the purple-eyed reformed appeared... Neutral...

  Probably due to the Sage's ck of facial features let alone a humanoid shape, but inside of that eye. The Parrot saw something, a human emotion.

  Then the sound of screaming came, the Reformed woke up but was still under the Sage's gaze. The Reformed struggled, squirmed and shook. They smmed themselves against the ground, their skulls cracking as they desperately attempted to escape the gaze.

  "I ask again" the Sage asked, her voice unchanging, still monotone.

  The Parrot gave no answer, she gred at the Sage. She pulled out the keys to the armored carrier, alongside the key was some sort of device. A remote, the one meant to control the Sage.

  "Why are you asking?" the Parrot questioned back, her right hand ready to click the remote.

  "Concern. That's all, I would not wish for my sibling to die," the Sage replied.

  "I won't kill them," the Parrot replied, her eyes narrowing.

  The Sage stared bnkly at the Parrot, her eye observing the Parrot's eyes. The Sage seemed to lean back, her form hovering back. The Parrot's eyes widened, she immediately ran to the armored carrier.

  "Your lies are easily discernible," the Sage replied.

  The Sage simply narrowed her eye, narrower and narrower until her eye closed. The Parrot entered the vehicle, and activated the remote. The Sage's hover suddenly turned stiff.

  Then the hovering device deactivated, and the Sage's bottom pyramid dug into the concrete sealing her into the ground like a sword in stone. The two pyramids suddenly let out clouds or puffs of some sort of gas, the Sage's eye widened.

  As the gas made contact with the Sage, her pupils shook and shrunk. Her eyeball zipped all around and her sclera started turning red.

  Eye irritation, it was extremely potent especially for something like the Sage. Because her body was indestructible with the only exceptions being her eye and legs, this was one of the only ways to cause pain towards the Sage. The Sage looked straight towards nothing, blinking continuously in an attempt to endure the pain, tears falling from her irritated eye.

  The Parrot looked towards the human-like reformed and found that they were no longer where they should be.

  They had escaped, the Parrot growled and smmed her fist against the armored vehicle's door.

  "SAGE!" the Parrot shouted whilst in the armored carrier.

  ***

  The Sage looked up, now having a shorter perspective because of her deactivated hovering device. The Parrot stood before her, fists clenched.

  "You follow orders, Sage. You don't get to decide for yourself, you ain't got that right!" the Parrot scolded.

  She put her hand over her forehead, wiping the sweat off her brow.

  "I would rather not have my sibling killed," the Sage replied.

  "You don't get to decide that! That thing came in my home, stalked me and almost killed me!" the Parrot shouted back.

  The Parrot looked at the Sage, "You're just like those A.I weapons, thinking when they shouldn't be. Deciding something they don't have the right to. You're tools, and for the Crown's sake, you're not even alive!"

  "I am alive. I know I'm made of the dead, but I am alive," the Sage replied, still in monotone.

  The Parrot gritted her teeth and raised her foot, she kicked the top pyramid part of the Sage's, "No, you're not! You're not an Ego! You're not a familiar, you're not an extension of someone's soul. You're a walking corpse! Someone, somebody out there is in tears because they couldn't find the person they're looking for! They can't even find the body, they couldn't even bury the person they love because you're using her body, you fucking dickhead!"

  The Sage's eye widened slightly, "You are correct on most of the statements you've said, but rest assured. I am not an extension of someone's soul. I am a soul."

  The Parrot looked at the Sage one more time, her eyebrows furrowed. She slowly took off her helmet, a single tear fell from her eye. She kneeled down, and let out a shaky breath.

  "You should be resting. In a coffin, Sage. Not to be used like a weapon, you ain't even a good weapon. You don't follow orders cause you got a heart in you. I... I hate that, y'know?" Yaufin sighed and sat down cross-legged on the ground, her hands were slightly shaking.

  "I do not want to rest yet, I want to protect my siblings," the Sage replied.

  Yaufin tilted her head up to the sky to hold back her tears and clicked her tongue, "That's what I hate, y'know? Things that are not alive, having dreams. Having emotions; Weapons with A.I impnted on them, the Reformed who are made of corpses. You don't get to live right, you live with a colr, a leash around you. Not to mention, your existences disrespect the Ego Birthright's culture. Abominations that destroy the Ego's uniqueness and purpose, you folks are bsphemous and I hate that I have to choose between objects that aren't even supposed to be alive and my own fucking culture, my people. I know I have to pick one, but I can't bring myself to hate folks like you or those weapons."

  Yaufin tilted her back down again and noticed the two Sparrows running towards her, they looked worried, she couldn't help but chuckle. "You got dreams, you want to protect your family. You're a good... something. But I wish things like you didn't exist at all, if someone else who has an Ego Birthright saw me speaking or even working with you. My family's gonna shun me, saying that I support the Reformed's corruption and condone the repcement of the Ego Birthrights. Most of the Ego folks are like that, they don't like it when things don't follow nature. Sage, I beg of you. Tell to the person in charge of you that I'd rather fucking die to a Reformed than work with one, and tell them to go fuck themselves and if they don't take you back then tell them I'll put you inside of that carrier and let you collect dust for decades. Get someone else, Sage, else things will end badly for both of us."

  Yaufin's eyes widened as she'd realized she mouthed off her rage again, this was supposed to be a more calm moment.

  "You say all those words but then you show concern. Why do you hide your words with anger?" the Sage asked, her eye now meeting with Yaufin's.

  "I'm not... hiding em'. I'm just mad, and it mixes with with the shit that I have to say," Yaufin replied.

  "Peeping Tom," Sage spoke.

  "Huh?" Yaufin blurted out.

  Then, before she got an answer the two Sparrows caught up to her.

  Finell was the first, she tackled Yaufin to the ground and hugged her, "I can't believe you did that! You could've died, Yaufin!"

  Yaufin nervously chuckled, "Well, I'd rather that than get this moron next to us get killed."

  Baley looked mad, hel' mad, "I'm the moron, it's you, idiot."

  Yaufin's eyes widened, she'd never seen Baley get so mad before, "U-Uhh, idiot...?"

  Baley leaned down and picked up Yaufin's helmet, and tossed it to her. Yaufin caught it and her eyes widened in realization.

  "The one thing all Parrots get, the helmet! Idiot! Why didn't you use it, instead you gave up the moment those fancy fingers of you's were torn off," Baley lectured, exasperated.

  Baley then took something out of his pocket and threw it towards Yaufin, it was some sort of pouch. Yaufin opened it and found her severed cybernetic fingers.

  "... I didn't think of that, my bad" Yaufin replied, defeated.

  Baley seemed mad for a little bit more then let out a sigh, he leaned down once more and offered Yaufin a hand.

  "So, I'm guessing Sage did something," Baley spoke.

  "Oh yeah, you were shouting at them the entire time when we were running to you," Finell answered.

  Yaufin took Baley's hand and got up, whilst Finell got up herself.

  "We talked it out, I'm gonna give the Sage to another bird," Yaufin expined.

  "Huh?! Why would you do that...? If it weren't for her we never would've found that Reformed," Finell asked.

  "It's simple. My culture ain't gonna allow something like this, and I'd rather my family doesn't get disowned by the entire nation of Mirur," Yaufin replied, she looked up towards the afternoon sky.

  "Oh, is that so? Just give over the command to me then," Finell replied with a smile.

  Yaufin's eyes widened, "Are you... I mean sure you're a Weapon Birthright but the nation of Mirur's still gonna crack down on you..."

  "I'll take the command," Finell replied again with a huge smile on her face.

  "But-" Yaufin was once more interrupted by the sparrow.

  "The command," Finell answered firmly, her smile became more terrifying.

  Baley stifled a chuckle as he looked at Yaufin, he nodded his head, "Ain't no dy more stubborn than 'er."

  Yaufin sighed, first the bed, and now the super-powered weapon.

  Yaufin once again surrendered to Finell, she gave the armored carrier's keys and remote to the Sparrow and called up her superior.

  The Pigeon had a lot of compints, however, he had no choice but to accept this outcome. Because culture belief is a valid argument for denying certain orders, and all he really wanted was for the Sage to be utilized in operations. So, in retrospect, it really didn't matter which bird had the reigns over the Sage.

  With reluctance the Pigeon gave Yaufin permission to hand command over to Finell.

  Yaufin gave the expectant Finell a smile, "Command over the Sage is now officially handed over to Sparrow Finell," Yaufin meant to sound as professional as possible.

  Finell grinned, she clicked the remote again and once more, the Sage was given her movement back. She slowly hovered up, her body turning around as if to recalibrate. The Sage turned her gaze over to Yaufin.

  "No hard feelings, alright?" Yaufin spoke sheepishly while keeping an upright posture, it seemed some guilt got to her but she was trying to hide it.

  "Agreed," the Sage simply replied.

  ***

  In a tall skyscraper, at the capital city of Besell. In the uppermost floor beside the CEO's office, there id a decrepit room.

  At the door was a sign that said: 'Maintenance', the sign looked old and fragile. Inside the room, however, was deceptively rge.

  In the seemingly quiet floor, inside this room were multiple individuals. They wore suits, standing close to the walls. At the back of the room there seemed to be the silhouette of a desk, there were curtains that hung from the ceiling which blocked clear view of it.

  Slowly, a figure rose from seemingly nowhere within the curtained space. Small at first but it slowly grew taller and taller, until it stopped. A human's figure but it was uncanny, limbs longer than normal and long hair that trailed down. It was tall, real tall.

  The men in suits looked small compared to the figure.

  The door to the room suddenly was thrown open, a reformed of thin frame crawled inside exhaling heavy breaths.

  The thin reformed with two torsos crawled to the room, stopping in front of the veiled desk. The figure seemed to look towards the Reformed, who was breathing raggedly.

  "Ma-Maadaaahm! D-dey brinn a sthibling!" The Reformed screamed out.

  The figure approached the curtains, facing the reformed. They raised their hand and their arm peeked out of the curtain whilst the rest of their body remained hidden, the arm slowly extended and extended towards the reformed.

  The arm was long, the figure's hand seemed to stop just in front the Reformed and remained there motionless. The reformed crawled forward and grabbed her hand, and with all the carefulness they could muster, gently kissed the top of the figure's hand.

  The reformed quickly let go of the hand, and the figure slowly brought their hand back to the curtains.

  "Hypocrites, those birds. Tell me, Tom, what was that sibling's name?" Madam asked.

  "Shee-shee's the Invader from Space! Frooo-froom Fa-Firewaauul's gene-generaaation!" Tom replied.

  The Madam remained silent for a minute or so, then spoke again, "That sibling of yours doesn't exist. Birthday didn't have her on the list."

  "Sheeee does! Sheeee does! Maayde my heaad huuuuurt, baaad reaal baad! I-I couuudentt mooove!" screamed Tom, they held their head and shook them as if to act out his anguish.

  "I know, Tom. Must've hurt bad. But don't you forget, Tom. You're Birthday's best spy in the business, right? The Peeping Tom, are you gonna cry just because things didn't go your way?" the Madam replied, she reached her hand out, the long appendage once more peeking out of the curtains.

  She rotated her wrist, her palm facing the ceiling, "Don't cry, Tom. I know you can do it, you're strong."

  The Peeping Tom's eyes widened, he slowly crawled towards the hand. His front head resting his chin on the Madam's hand, the Madam scratched the Peeping Tom's chin as if he were a pet.

  "Good boy, off you go now," the Madam spoke, retracting her hand, slowly being shrouded by the curtain again.

  The Peeping Tom now turned around with a wide smile on his face, he slowly crawled out of the room. Like a spider, he crawled on the walls and ceilings to avoid being detected, his thin and spindly frame allowing him to squeeze into the tight spaces of the skyscraper.

  The Peeping Tom enjoyed it here, at the Madam's home. Not like that tacky and small home the blonde woman had, there was barely any room to squeeze in. He had to hide behind her walls, on the hollow floorings.

  The reformed slowly crawled down, seeing the various office workers, managers and other folks. He stifled a giggle, they didn't know they were being watched.

  Soon, Tom reached the ground floor and with uncanny swiftness ran to a manhole and entered the sewers. Using this route, he used the barely maintained tunnels until he found the unknown hole that became an unintended tunnel between the sewers and some underground spaces. By squeezing into more holes and tunnels, he'd eventually reached the subway train tracks.

  As fun as the Madam's home was, this was where he felt the most comfort. He could crawl on the subway trains to quickly travel anywhere in Besell.

  The Peeping Tom crawled upwards to the ceiling of the train station, inside the ceiling were hollow spaces. He curled up into a ball and began his slumber, he must sleep for now.

  The madam does the pnning, as long as she doesn't need him. He'll stay here, peeping on the innocent people in the stations and crawling within their buildings.

  ***

  "As I've predicted, it's now confirmed that the Peeping Tom belongs to this drug cartel," B82 spoke.

  "So, what're we gonna do now? I sure as hell am not staying in that apartment and the trail we got is probably not gonna lead to anything now," Yaufin replied.

  "No issue, we'll book for a hotel. Paid for by the Aviary, as long as we catch either the leader or the reformed. If either one is caught, they'll pay for all of our expenses and listen to any payment requests," the Peacock answered.

  "If we catch either one. I doubt they're gonna become any easier to catch," Yaufin spoke.

  "They will be, we've got the reformed's description and the three of you being witnesses. The Pigeons have agreed to finally allow my proposed operation to take pce as long as it concerns this case," the Peacock replied.

  "Proposed operation...?" Yaufin seemed confused.

  The Peacock took out a small red and bck candle from his pocket, "An invitation to a Reformed auction, we got it from a lower-ranked noble. His arrest wasn't made public due to his son's involvement as a witness to another case, with this we have an opportunity to gain information."

  "Really? I doubt those auctions keep records, and how do we know if the auction we're going to retes to this case?" Yaufin voiced out her doubts.

  "Palmer & Sons Freight Co., for some reason they have an invitation to a Reformed Auction. We suspect they've been transporting Birthright stimunts for awhile now, their hazard fees are ridiculous and their routes are suspicious as there have been numerous times when their routes were within close proximity to gangs' territories and drug dens," the Peacock answered.

  "You think our drug cartel is Palmer & Sons Freight Co.? Why not do this earlier then?" Yaufin said, growing impatient.

  "They needed a strong enough reason to do the operation, your incident with that Reformed swayed the Pigeons' decision," the Peacock answered, gazing at Yaufin, he noticed her growing anger.

  "So there needed to be an incident before they actually did anything? You fucking with me?" Yaufin spoke.

  The Peacock didn't answer, rather, he didn't need to give an answer.

  Yaufin looked down at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed and her fists clenched.

  "Anyways, we're gonna go undercover then?" Finell asked, hoping to change the atmosphere.

  "Yes, you three will be my attendants during that time," the Peacock answered.

  Finell smiled, "Alright!"

  Baley also nodded whilst Yaufin remained unresponsive. Finell sighed, "You gonna stay pouting there, Yau?"

  Yaufin's eyes narrowed, she looked towards Finell, "Yau?"

  "Yeah, like it?" Finell replied.

  "Do whatever you want," Yaufin answered, her previously stiff posture now softening.

  Baley looked at the interaction between the two and smiled, they seemed good for each other.

  ***

  Four weeks had passed, a new generation had been shipped back to the facility.

  The next day, the facility was quite noisy. After all, they had to make the auction incredible. For the nobles, crime-lords and other sort of wicked but rich souls that would enter the auction.

  Multiple personnel ran around carrying all sorts of objects to a certain grand room of the facility, high-quality fabrics, chairs made of expensive oaks, and lights to set up the grandness of it all.

  There were even tailors hired for this occasion alone. The tailors moved efficiently, sizing everyone's proportions including the guards.

  The st to be measured was Mr. Hands, he had a bright smile on his face. He looked lecherously at the woman before her, she was the newbie tailor that was tasked with measuring him.

  He smiled knowing that this girl probably didn't know that she was measuring and providing service to the leader of a Body-hauling criminal organization, the girl looked uncomfortable but remained professional.

  This was beautiful. The nervousness in her face, the sweat dripping down her forehead. She was freaked out by the man before him, his face a wicked grin.

  She wondered why the boss would ever take someone like him as a client. Suddenly, as she was about to finish measuring, the man grabbed her wrist with his freakishly long fingers. She felt her heart stop for a moment, that same heart then started to beat rapidly. She let out a gasp, "S-Sir, please let go..."

  The man simply smiled, he free'd his left hand whilst still grabbing her wrist with his right hand. He took something out of his pocket.

  The man brought it to the girl's hand and he closed her hand with his own hands making her hold the object, it was a handkerchief. The man squeezed the girl's hand, making her hand squeeze the handkerchief tighter.

  The man continued to squeeze until she'd compined, "I-It hurts, sir!" the girl spoke.

  The man's grin grew wider, he finally let go and grabbed the handkerchief from the girl's hand.

  "I apologize, I thought you'd needed to wipe your hand. I saw some dirt on your palm," the man apologized.

  He then stored the handkerchief back to his pocket, the girl's breath seemed to halt for a moment. Her eyes filled with horror, she looked mortified.

  Still, she forced smiled, "Th-Thank you for your consideration, sir. But I-I can wipe my own hand."

  Those eyes tell of fear, yet those lips hold a form of joy. Just what is the truth, girl? Mr. Hands stared down at the girl's hands and found them sweaty and shaking.

  Mr. Hands grinned, "Ah, is that so. No worries, I just wanted to be considerate."

  The girl didn't reply, she just brought her hands to her chest. Rubbing them together, perhaps out of nervousness, she gave Mr. Hands yet another forced smile and turned around. She speed-walked all the way to her boss, whom she seemed to whisper some words to.

  The boss gave a reply that Mr. Hands couldn't hear, however, judging by the horrified look on her face...

  Mr. Hands smiled again, he'd been one of the boss' clients for a long time. The boss isn't going to cut contact with him just for the sake of a newbie tailor, plus, Mr. Hands paid exceedingly well.

  Soon, enough. The tailors left, off to get the actual suits for their clients.

  Mr. Hands slowly reached into his pocket and took out the handkerchief, he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He let out a satisfied exhale.

  Then, a guard came up to him, "Mister, the chairs, tables and equipment are set up. We only have the cloths and lights left to set up."

  "Excellent! My dear boys are so hard-working!" Mr. Hands excimed in joy.

  Mr. Hands then left the room to walk to a separate room, to a different space.

  He saw cages of gigantic proportions covered in white cloths, there he saw the silhouettes of the titanic creatures hidden by the cloth. Some roared, some cowered. Nevertheless, there they are.

  The Reformed.

  End of 6: It's in the walls!