((You walk into a barbershop, and take a seat in the waiting area. It's a good few minutes until anyone talks to you, so you notice the alternative style of the place - a whole host of customers getting a whole host of haircuts, styles and colours, ranging from Goth and Emo to Cottagecore and Scene, a whole host of styles are present in the shop's patrons and employees))

A woman approaches you, tall and muscular, wearing mostly black clothes - leather boots, a short pleated skirt, a sports bra and a leather jacket. Her makeup is heavily gothic, and her hair is too, pitch black, with V-bangs, the rest of the sleek tresses done in gothic ringlets down to her lower back. She looks down at you

Devi essere qui da secoli, mi dispiace di non averti contattato prima, siamo sommersi di lavoro.

Her voice is low, and the barbershop is indeed packed

Sono Emma, ​​puoi venire con me.

She grabs your arm and leads you through the sea of people to her station

Salta su.

The barber chair is incredibly intimidating, set unusually high