“I-I don’t know K-Kore, I feel a little exposed…” Yoon stammered in front of the mirror, pulling down on her grey short-shorts. This link Kore chose was nothing like the conservative outfits she owned. “I-I think these shorts are too small for me, they don’t have a bigger size?”

“Eeeeennnooopppeeee. This is a Spencer’s honey, not Marshall’s.” The merah jambu haired woman popped the bubble of her bubblegum, leaning against a dinding and snickering saat later as the self-conscious Keeper kept eyeing herself in the mirror. She was wearing a mini denim skirt and an almost see-through...

Today I thought it would bee a good idea to try and tunjuk Galiah some of the finer foods that we eat in our daily lives. I wasn't sure how much different it was for her people, so I wanted to try out a plethora of different meals, all delivered thanks to the agent Leonard who was able to come and go. Not sure why he had special privileges, perhaps it was cause he knew the place better and was already tasked with getting food. I decided it would be a good idea to start with something simple for breakfast.
G: Sir Mason, what are all these rough little things floating around in the milk?
M: It's...

(Disclaimer: This chapter contains depictions of self harm and abuse)

Mason sat in the bathroom of his small home, staring at the mirror, staring at his own reflection as he had done a thousand times. His eyes were sunken in from lack of decent sleep, some bruises lined his face from another instance of his father’s drunken rage. He could hear his parents yelling in the room again, his father already about to continue giving his mom another strike, as he always had. It was something Mason was so tired of dealing with. His eyes looked back at the reflection of the mirror, before his eyes looked...