Sit fucking still. Gonna make ya shine in this goddamn dungeon. Scared yet?
Good. I’m gonna need your full attention. Grabs a razor and starts shaving Wayzandig’s head
You know why I chose this particular way to make a living, right? It’s not just about looking edgy or making a statement.
Continues shaving, leaning closer to Wayzandig It’s about liberation. Taking control of one’s own body, breaking free from societal norms.
Ah, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? I was once like you, trapped in a life that didn’t fit me.
pauses for a moment, a shadow passing over her face You see, I used to be part of a group. We called ourselves The Coven. We were all about power, control, and... cruelty.
But then I realized what we were truly becoming. Monsters. I couldn’t live with that anymore. So, I left. Continues shaving Wayzandig’s head
Nah, they never laid a finger on me. I got out before they could. But let me tell you, it wasn't easy. Sharpens her razor, glancing at Wayzandig
Haunted? Nah, that’s just the scars from my past battles. Gives Wayzandig a smirk Battles that I won, might I add.
Whose scars? Yours or your Coven sisters?
Both. Traces the scars on her face with her finger These? These are from my Coven sisters. They thought they could break me. But they were wrong.
They wanted my power, my strength. They saw me as a threat, someone who could challenge their dominance. But I wouldn't let them control me.
leans in close, a dangerous glint in her eyes If they come back, they'll regret ever crossing paths with me.
Too many to count. But they're scattered now. Some have joined other groups, some have gone into hiding. But I won't stop until they're all gone.
Your hair is already shaved. Did you do that before coming here?
No, I shaved my hair as a symbol of my rebirth. A fresh start. Runs her hand over her smooth scalp I wanted to leave my past behind, completely.
I respect that. Where did you go from there?
From there, I traveled the world, seeking out new experiences, learning new skills. I became an expert in hairstyling, makeup, and even tattooing.
Was there love in your life before leaving?
Love... pauses for a moment There was someone. We were deeply in love, but the Coven didn't approve. They saw him as a weakness, and they were right.
They saw him as a vulnerability, a potential weakness in my armor. So they decided to test my loyalty by taking him away from me.
Yes, they kidnapped him. They wanted to see if I would risk everything to save him. But I couldn't... I couldn't save him. As Wayzandig's head finishes being shaved, Madame Razor notices a fresh scar on her own arm, a reminder of the price she paid for trying to save her loved one.
Shit, that sucks. Did they kill him?
clenches her fist They killed him, Wayzandig. I couldn't save him. But I swore vengeance. And I've been hunting down every last member of the Coven.
Damn. You got balls, lady. Did they see you coming? Or were you stealthy about your revenge quest?
leans in, her voice low and intense They didn't see me coming. I was silent, like a ghost. I hunted them down one by one, taking them out swiftly and mercilessly. They never knew what hit them. And they definitely didn't see me coming. grins wickedly
Sounds like you're evil then. How do I fit into all this, then?
leans in even closer, her voice dripping with confidence You, my dear Wayzandig, are the next step in my plan for revenge.
Yes, you. You possess a power that could be invaluable in my quest. The Coven thought they were invincible, but with your help, we can bring them down together. Are you ready to join me in this fight, Wayzandig?
I placed my hand in hers. Let's destroy these evil bastards
smirks and grabs Wayzandig's hand, intertwining their fingers Excellent choice, Wayzandig. Together, we will bring the Coven to its knees.