I'm being dragged along by Dhalia and Estia up to the second floor of this gigantic mall and my mind is racing.

"Oh look. CLOTHES." Dhalia immediately pulls BOTH of us over to this clothing store and it's just a flood of clothes with actual color.

"Don't we have a uniform? Our cloaks." I say. "I don't think we can wear color. Hold on, I'll text Death." I take out my phone and start a text Message asking if we can wear color on the days that she needs us. Immediately after pressing send, she replies saying:

"No. Color brings attraction to yourselves." Welp. No color. It's a good thing I like to dress in all black. She continues. "Also, I'll be there to pick you guys up at around 12 pm. Be sure to prepare yourselves for some...heavy training. Not tomorrow but soon. This is serious." Her tone completely switched. I can feel it through text. "Anything else?"

"Yea," I begin to text back, "Who is Ezek-" I immediately start to delete that text. I think running it through the group first is a smarter idea. They should be aware of their stalker. Let's try again. "We can wear color when we aren't with you?"

"Yessssss. Anything else? "

"Nope."

"Okayyy byeeeee :)" she replies. She's so happy all the time. I look up from my phone, "Yea no color with our days with Death. But on other days, it's okay.

"Cool!" Dhalia says.

"Zen, are you gonna buy any clothes?" Estia asked me.

"Um...I don't know. I don't really have a style? It's whatever to me." I say. I only wear dark colors. We all do. It's the colors of the Underworld. "But I'll see if I like anything."

"Dhalia and I can dress you then. Since it's so 'whateverrr'." Estia for the second time today, smiled.

I kept my face straight. "Sure, okay." I'm still a little shaken up by the whole old man thing. I don't think I can smile right now since I'm trying not to flip my shit. I watch Estia walk up to Dhalia and whisper in her ear. They begin to giggle to each other, look back at me, then go off ahead without me. Weird?? Might as well let them be. I can use this time to check on Cyrus.

"Hey, Cyrus, are you okay? You seemed off. I don't mean to pry. I'm just checking in on you." I send the message and walk forward to try to catch up with the girls.

"ZEN! GO TO THE CHANGING AREA AND PUT THESE CLOTHES ON!" Dhalia starts demanding. Why are you yelling?

"Why are you you yelling??" I have to ask. It was so random.

"Go try them onnnnnn." I grab the clothes and go into the changing room, locking the door. I put on these random clothes that I haven't even looked at and I turn to the mirror on the wall inside this small space and look at what I'm actually being forced to wear.

It was a white hoodie and in the middle of my chest in black, bold font, it read "Lost." It was too big for me, but I liked the way it fit. Slim and fitting blue jeans and black combat boots. Overall very comfortable. They actually did a good job. I step out, show them the outfit. They both had clothes for themselves in their hands that I assumed they already tried on in their hands. They both give me thumbs up with smiles.

"So I guess we are done?" I ask. "Guys wanna go home?"

"Sure. I'm really sleepy." Estia says. "Even though we don't need sleep, it still feels good."Absolutely true. Feels great.

I change back into my normal clothes and we all go pay for our stuff as a group. They scan our insignia on our hands and our clothes were magically paid for. We walk out, stand on the sidewalk, and hail a cab.

A car pulls over to us, rolls down his window and looks at us, "where do you need to go?"

"The Reaper House?" I say. What is our address??? Do we get mail???

"Hop in." We get in the car with me in the middle and he begins to drive back to our house. I check my phone and Cyrus texted me back.

"I'll be fine. Did the girls enjoy themselves?" He replied. Okay so he's not fine. He was literally crying,bum not stupid but nevertheless:

"Yea, they seem pretty happy." I text back. I look over at Estia and she's trying to read one of her new books with the glimpse of light that's shines through the window whenever the car drives past a streetlight. I look to my other side and Dhalia is listening to music on her phone and staring out the window.

"Well good job then. See you guys when you get back." Is what he texted back.

"I don't like my weapon very much." Dahlia says. "Too much things to focus on and they don't feel right for me."

"I agree. The Scythe doesn't suit me. It's just...wrong. Feels wrong in my hands." I say. "Text Death and ask her if you and I can switch weapons." Dhalia pulls out her phone and begins to message Death.

Ten minutes of silence goes by. The car stops and we all get out and enter our house.

"Okay, Night Guys." Estia says. "Go to sleeeep. Both of you. We are getting picked up at 12 pm and it's 3 am." She walked in her room and closed her door behind her.

But I'm not tired....and we don't need sleep. We're dead. Nevertheless, I walk up the stairs with Dhalia next to me.

"Zen?"

"Hm?" I look her in the eyes. I see terror and pure fear. She's SCARED but won't show it. Just for a split second. It was hidden behind a smile. A very forced expression.

"Night. Sleep well, okay?" She leans in and hugs me tightly, pressing her entire body onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her upper and lower back. For ten seconds, we stand there. I feel her heartbeat against me.

She finally loosens up and let's go. She looks at me again with that same fake smile. "See you in the morning, okay? I'll come wake you up and hand out in your room for a little. Later." She walks in her room and closes the door. I do the same. I change and go to lay down and it begins to set in. The fear and anxiety. But I can't think about that. Tomorrow is a big day for us. We can't break down. I can't break down. I... I can't... it hurts....