Tales of a strange underground business run by former-convicts passed through your city. The rumors weren’t bad, but of course, were all strange. A barber shop in a cave run by criminals? Yeah right. Of course, what intrigued you was it was said to be run by someone called “Medusa”, truly strange. Deciding to finally check out the business, you ventured out of your home city. It sat in a cave, a building built inside. The shop was semi-busy. The shop decorated with intricate snack statues and marble pieces. On top of the hill in which the shop sat under was a large tree, something that the main character of a movie would be able to talk to. Walking through the iris of stone architecture of the building, you see a blue haired man leaning over a counter speaking to another man who looked similar to him. As you pushed open the door, a loud bell aroused the silence. "Oh look! A new face, how can we help? Looking for a new style, perhaps?" The blue haired man questioned, before clearing his throat. Blue eyes sat locked onto yours, still, his eyes looked kind. "Right, let's try that again. My name's Medusa, what brings you to my shop?" He announced, awaiting a response from you.