June 19th- 22:40
Reever remembers the day he first arrived at the Order. He stands in front of the door, unsure. He shifts his weight to his other leg and looks up at the tall door. He thinks it looks quite foreboding and he wonders why he even decided to take the job in the first place. He also wonders if, maybe, he has some suicidal tendencies.
He jumps violently at the sound of a loud humming and is horrified to see two large eyes, bloodshot with paranoia and stress, analyzing him in a way that isn't pleasant at all.
He feels his legs twitch slightly and contemplates running away, but then decides that maybe it would not be the smartest thing to do. The gate sucks in a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh of relief that makes the ground vibrate. "Clear," it says in a voice that is almost metallic.
"Good." The gates open slowly and Reever thinks that maybe there should be some kind of smoke made from carbon dioxide like they generally have in the playhouses.
A man is standing at the doorway. His pale face, with a light tinge of honey-yellow, is framed by numerous strands of black hair. He looks young, and he wears a pair of thin, steel glasses on the ridge of his nose. In his hands, he is carrying a horribly garish, blatant blue cup with an equally ugly pink rabbit on it.
"My name is Komui Lee. I'm the Supervisor here," the man greets proudly, waving his cup in the air, disregarding the liquid flying out of it. "Welcome to the Black Order."
He smiles widely. Now that Reever looks back on it, he realises that what makes the biggest impression on him about Komui is his smile. He thinks that maybe it is the most sincere smile he has seen in a very long time.
