A miserable looking blond padded into the laundry room with an armful of comforters. Being the miserable and depressed princess he was, he'd come to toss his blankets in the dryer so they would be warmer and fluffier to nest in while he grieved.
Stuffing the variously printed blankets into a dryer, he realized his sleeves were a bit... crusty from using them to wipe his nose during sobbing fits.
Not thinking much of it, he pulled off his shirt and tossed that in too. Because clearly from his drunken standpoint it'd fix the problem.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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