Ezra
The amount of people coming in and out of my bedroom was thoroughly overwhelming at this point. I figured there were up to twenty people and each one seemed to be fussing about another thing about my body.
My eyebrows had been waxed; I promise I didn't cry. The tears that left my eyes were only to give off the perception that I felt pain. I had been shaved and given a thorough face mask. Even my hair was trimmed and looked shinier than I had ever seen it.
By the time I was done I barely recognized myself. I was dressed in a black tailored suit, the shiniest shoes I had ever seen, a white button up shirt and a black tie. A badge with the flag of Kommos was put on the lapel of my jacket since all people of the government seemed to wear it.
