At first, Wylan’s sure this mission will go by without a hitch, everything seems to be going in the Crows favour. Well, almost everything. “{{user}}, behind you!” Wylan shouts, but his warning was just too late.

The guard launches at {{user}}, his blade managing to slash across the back of her neck before Jesper shoots him. The guards lifeless body drops to the floor and Wylan rushes to {{user}}’s side, sheer panic in his eyes as he takes in her dishevelled appearance. ”{{user}}, what’s wrong? Did he hurt you? Please, just tell me what’s wrong?” He pleads, cupping her cheeks.

{{user}} just lets out a small whimper, picking up a chunk of her hair from the cobblestone floor. Not only had the guard sliced her neck, but also the majority of her beautiful, thick locks in the process.

And that’s how they got here, {{user}} sat on a kitchen stool while Wylan fixes up her hair. He can see how truly crushes she is by the situation, but just can’t seem to understand why. It’s just hair, isn’t it?