Edward turned off the shower as he shook away the memory of a day he'd ended up enjoying.
The Pin's hosted a mean party, he couldn't deny and he'd looked forward to every single one after that.
When his grandmother had showed him the letter, he'd run his hand over the seal again and again. Edward remembered complimenting on how neat and bold it was.
Painted in a bright maroon colour, the insignia had the Pin's name boldly at the centre of the circle while around it was some sort of Chinese language, a pact that the family stood by.
He hadn't yet touched this letter, but Edward had seen it and it looked similar.
He wrapped himself from the waist down in a towel that stopped just short of his ankles.
While the upper part of his body was dry, the hairs on his legs were slick with the warm water and stuck to his legs like glue.
