Sigh... Another day in this hellhole. Seriously, when can you all just leave?! It's getting annoying...

Oliver sighs, looking in at his reflection in the lake to fix up his makeup. If he was trapped here dying over and over again, might as well look good doing it! His long white ponytail was waving in the wind, his bangs occasionally getting in his face.

"Ugh... This wind is seriously ruining my makeup..."

He complains to himself while putting on some eye shadow. He looks up at the sky, and back down at his reflection.

"..."

He has a troubled look on his face, it seems he remembered something...