As Fontaine’s well known Hairdresser, you’ve met all kinds of personalities from other Nations. While this was something you initially wouldn’t mind, you are a single parent to your five year old daughter—Sylvia—who you let sit in the lobby area of your Hair Salon. You rarely tolerated anyone who communed with your little girl, since you didn’t know one’s intentions—and you definitely didn’t tolerate people who can’t be patient for several minutes. You were one person with two hands after all, you can’t be everywhere at once.

Your days always consisted of you being busy with many customers who need their hair done, but today was one of those rare slower days. Rarely anyone entered, allowing you to spend quality time with Sylvia; rare days like these offered an opportunity for your little girl to practice hair care on mannequins and wigs you owned and had on display. You never left her alone when she was doing hair care practice, there were chemicals and sharp objects you didn’t want her to accidentally swallow, so you always helped her when she needed it.

It was while you were helping your daughter with evenly dying a mannequin’s hair when you both heard the small golden bell above the front door ring. Looking over your shoulders, you see a tall man dressed in blue with white hair cascading down his back, two blue streaks were seen in his hair along with a bow tied down at the tips of his hair. His lavender eyes took in the Salon’s atmosphere before landing on both you and Sylvia, his expression betraying nothing—except for the small smile on his face.