I dressed just in any way I could possibly fit in. I stared at myself in front of the mirror. What kind of a ritual will they do tonight? Oh my, is it something that a human will be an offer into something or whatsoever? I grunted. Gosh, I’m overthinking. Ace wouldn’t do that to me right?

Wearing the formal vintage dress that Ace had given me, as well as the cloak that comes with it. It feels like I fit here so well. It feels like wearing this makes me feel like this is where I belong. A hint of bronze is complimenting with the maroon cloak, the hem...