9 years later

I was looking in the mirror and took off the wig I'd been wearing since I got here. I was 6 when I met Lefty. I started wearing wigs when I was 13. Now I'm 15, and I hate this dark aesthetic. I hate my natural black hair; it reminds me of that stupid time-. Lefty wouldn't let me dye my hair until I was at least 18 or older, but I couldn't bear looking like this any longer. So, I took some of Lefty's hair bleach and bleached my hair. Then, I went to my room and started creating a brand-new outfit. I thought wings and leg warmers with cute elf ears would be adorable. Since I'm tired of dark colors, I thought light colors might catch people's eyes. I decided to go for a scary cutesy look. Lefty came into the room looking for me, saying it was time to perform. Their jaw dropped, and they were furious.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DYE YOUR HAIR!"

I turned around, and Lefty was blown away. "Holy shit, you look like a doll. You look so cute, and you added the red gloves and made a heart bracelet to top off the look."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I wanted to go for a lighter look since I hate dark colors with a passion."

Lefty understood exactly what I meant. Now they saw why I dyed my hair and changed everything.

"I see. Well, let's go!"

Lefty and I performed tricks and did amazing things to wow the men in the crowd. I never told Lefty what I'd been doing with the money they'd given me all these years or the money I'd earned performing. I plan to move out and seek revenge on my family. Lefty mentioned that around my 17th birthday, we're supposed to head towards the city where I was born. When that time comes, I'll have to say my goodbyes to Lefty. But for the time being, I'll continue to make those around me happy.