PoV Gustavo
"So, what's your name?" The man with blue hair asked me while putting some creams into his face in the bathroom.
"My name is Gustavo, Gustavo Romero. What about you?"
"I'm Kusari; I've renounced my family name, so you can call me by that name; I'm not going to get offended by it." He responded after he used a machine to remove any facial hair that was growing on his face, no matter how small or visible they were.
"A shame I can't get the laser surgery to permanently remove those fuckers; it's getting annoying having to regularly trim them." He complained as he passed his fingers through his whole face to check it.
"You don't look or sound like a bad person; why did you choose to join the heretics?" I asked him.
"Heretics?" As he used a dry towel to gently pat his face, he seemed confused by my question.
