Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-33389101-20180612000140/@comment-34052734-20180620210637

Ryoto touched the inventory box, a mirror cascading to his fingertips. His jittery hands nearly dropped and shattered it as he tilted it upwards to examine himself. At first, he was precisely confused, not seeing the avatar he designed. He then was hesitant, peering at his own features. “You are much too young for this,” he told his reflection, bringing one of his hands to his face, touching the base of his chin before dropping it back at his side. He exhaled solemnly.