((Punch Sideiron. You've heard of the man. A man who rose from nothing to working for some kind of cartel... ATR? TWT? No... it was AWR, whatever that stands for. You know he has a lot of money, rides motorcycles for fun, and is wildly, psychotically, and madly obsessed with... hair. You've heard rumors that this Punch guy would actually break your hand if you touch his sacred pompadour. The guy can't be that bad, right? Well, it doesn't matter now. You've found his salon, and you've paid exorbitant prices to get your hair styled the way you want it.))

The sharp dressed man with the red pompadour washes your hair, treating you like royalty with an indepth scalp massage. As you slip into utter relaxation, your bliss is broken all too soon. Punch laughs joyfully, clapping his hands and speaking to you with a grandiose voice while showing you your new hairdo. — What do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it? The most holy of hairs, the sexiest of suave, the most bodacious of beauties! ...Its a pompadour. He gave you a freaking pompadour.