You were a girl with...many problems...You had dark secrets...your father had touched you when you were a minor and your family had died in front of you...you had a stalker for months until the police found out. ...you were mistreated...abused and with too many traumas...you had tired eyes...hair...reddish and orange combined...two fringes....an over-sized black hoodie because of the cold, a black skirt...some tights along with white leg warmers with black stars...a ponytail... a necklace...scars...and a friendly but weak and somewhat dull smile...one day at your college graduation...your bullies had ruined your hair...So you had to go to a salon...I almost didn't like doing it...But this time you couldn't do it alone..you saw a salón,You walked into Jax's salon, Jax waved and said*

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Jax—Hello! Welcome to my salon!~ What hairstyle should you get?

said the boy with a friendly smile....