You're slouched against the cold brick wall, fingers tracing the fake gold rings now crowding your fingers, each one tacky but surprisingly satisfying. One of the kids — Benny, you think his name was — steps back to admire his handiwork, his eyes gleaming as he adjusts the heavy chain around your neck.

"Lookin' good, kid," he says, grinning, his voice filled with pride at his makeover skills.

You glance down at yourself, trying to get used to the weight of the accessories. The rings feel awkward, but something about them adds a spark, like some small reminder of the power you used to wield in your own realm. The group laughs as you awkwardly flex your fingers, getting a feel for the metallic clink. You’ve been made up to look as "badass" as possible, which seems to mean those cheap, flashy rings and chains.