Kristopherson had a tiring day ahead of him and he didn't get much sleep the night before. The man needed to spend the night mentally preparing himself for what he might see the next day, as he was going into unknown territory. Humans who were non-H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents were typically not allowed to go inside the fence of Gehenna, but today, he was given a special pass, as he had worked for them multiple times while designing uniforms for them, and he was there on business.

So, he gathered everything he needed in order to discuss uniforms with the Gehenna Post Office and put it in his bag. Designs, samples, notebooks, and anything else he might need was neatly secured as he walked out the door that afternoon after saying "bye" to his flatmate. Waiting for him in front of his building was a peculiar sight. A black mustang muscle car with a purple stripe. Standing next to it was his friend since secondary school, Audrey Baines, out of uniform and back into his silly hat with a skull on it.

"I thought you needed to be a H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agent to pass?" Kristopherson asked as he walked toward the other back, adjusting the strap on his shoulder.

"Well, 'hello' to you, too, Kris." The reaper answered, straightening himself from his position leaned against the car. "I've got my I.D. on me. Besides, I figured we'd be less conspicuous this way." He opened the door, allowing Kristopherson to toss his bag inside.

"Can't some supernaturals, like, sense us?" Kristopherson asked, getting inside the vehicle and buckling his seatbelt while Audrey stepped around to the driver's seat and did the same.

"Only the elves, and they're nothing to really worry about. If worst comes to worst, I have a pistol on me. No big deal." Audrey stated, closing the door and starting up the car. "We go in, you do your thing, we get out."

"I've got a bad feeling about this…" Kristopherson sighed. "Maybe it's because the steering wheel is on the wrong side…"

"Oi, I don't make fun of your mini cooper."

"How do you drive this thing?"

"Like this." Audrey said, shifting into gear and taking off. Kristopherson let out a yelp and held onto whatever was in reach as tires squealed. The driver laughed at him, earning the reaper a punch to the shoulder.

The pair took off down the road, driving much slower now to avoid hitting some random jaywalker. Audrey wasn't a bad driver, but being on the wrong side of the car didn't help the nervousness Kristopherson felt about this situation. He wasn't a H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. soldier. There was no guarantee that he would be safe, but the fact that the reaper was there with a gun made him feel better. If he were in uniform as well, though, he might not be as scared, but it was too late now. The faux-blonde had an appointment.

His heart was beating quicker when the car stopped. They weren't at the checkpoint yet, but Audrey had told Kristopherson beforehand that they couldn't drive his car within the town, or else it would ruin their plans of being inconspicuous. They walked to the gate on foot.

"You can't go in there." Said the guard in the booth, holding out his hand to stop them from progressing.

"We're with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G." answered Audrey, reaching into his jacket and holding up his I.D. card. "Audrey Baines. Intelligence Department."

The man in the booth turned away for a moment to type the name into the database. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded before facing the pair again. "Checks out." He said. "What about him?"

"I'm on orders as well." Kristopherson said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. He held it out to the man, showing it to him. "I'm Kristopherson Miles. I designed the uniforms for the Police Station, here. Today I'm supposed to talk to the Post Office about theirs."

For a moment, the guard looked over the paper. "Hold on. Let me call this in to confirm that." he said, picking up the phone and dialing headquarters. Kristopherson and Audrey stood at the booth for a minute or so while the guard talked on the phone, waiting for him to hang up. When he did, he handed the piece of paper back to the faux-blonde.

"Alright, you can go through." Stated the guard, hitting the button to raise the beam that stood in their path. Once they were safely through, he hit the button again and it closed behind them. Now Kristopherson was really nervous, as he was now inside. It took some walking before they were actually in town, but once they were close to buildings, he could see the outlines of supernatural creatures.

Somehow, he wasn't as afraid of them as he thought he would be. Perhaps he was simply accustomed to this sort of thing by this point. Either way, it was a bit of a relief, but the looks he was getting from some of the elves made him uneasy, especially when they whispered to some of the other residents.

"They know." He said to his friend in a hushed tone, trying not to stare.

"It's okay. Just relax." Audrey replied at an equal volume while placing his hands in his pockets. "The more on edge you are, the more you'll stand out."

"How am I supposed to relax?"

"Focus on work. Just leave the rest to me, alright?"

Sighing, the other man had no answer. Instead, he opted to keep walking along the sidewalk, his eyes trained on the sign of the Post Office. Remarkably, things got easier, then. Thinking about everything he needed to do once there was a good distraction. Before he knew it, they were at the door, and it was time to go in. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the handle and pulled it open, stepping inside.

He was actually surprised by how normal everything seemed. The girl behind the desk, who looked to be in her late teens, seemed ordinary as well. She had a human appearance in every way, but the shape of her head was slightly odd around the forehead. Her bangs were long and covered her eyes completely, and she seemed to be the shy sort from her mannerisms, especially when she noticed the men walking in.

"C-can I help you?" she asked, being slightly taken aback by the unfamiliar faces, despite the fact that she knew that they were coming.

"I'm Kristopherson Miles." Greeted the faux-blonde, taking a few steps inside while being followed by his friend. "I'm here about the uniforms?"

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed. "I'l go the the manager, then!" Sitting up, she walked toward the door behind the counter and was just about to go through it before she stopped and faced them again. "Wait right here." She added before disappearing altogether.

Approaching the counter further, Kristopherson set a hand on its surface and watched the door. He and the reaper waited patiently, occasionally glancing at each other and exchanging shrugs and mutual confusion before the girl finally reappeared. Now, Kristopherson was nervous. Behind her came a huge man, both in height and mass. His face was round and shaped oddly, and his ears were small and pointed slightly. The man's hairline was further back, but he didn't seem old. His skin was a very slight green tint, but was mostly grey. Kristopherson didn't know what to think of him really, as he stepped sideways in order to fit through the door and approached the counter, setting his huge hands on its surface along with Kristopherson's with a smile.

"So you're the uniform designer?" he asked in a gruff voice. His tone was friendly, if low, and he didn't seem hostile in any way. "I'm the postmaster. Lewis Knaggs."

"Kristopherson Miles…" the faux blonde replied, introducing him as he reached out for the ogre's extended hand to shake it. It was so large, that he couldn't get a grip on it, and he was almost afraid that it might get crushed. Regardless, he did his best in order to not appear afraid while he looked up at the man. "I brought design ideas and fabric samples, if you want to look at them."

"Good, good! Why don't you come back here and we'll take a look." Lewis offered, raising the panel that divided the back of the desk with the rest of the room. Looking to his friend one last time, he was ushered inside by the reaper, who still followed behind him. Both of them were led to the back of the Post Office, and were set to work.

Kristopherson discussed the designs he had, jotting down sketches and notes of adjustments that needed to be made, as well as aesthetic changes requested by those who worked there. They maintained their practical design, only now were better suited for the workers' needs. The fabric reflected that, as they picked warm fabric for winter and lighter fabric for the summer.

They spent hours going over these designs, creating alternate versions as well. Kristopherson found the workers' insights both helpful and enlightening. In addition, they were pleasant and easy to work with. By the time they all realised how late it had gotten, Kristopherson was perfectly at ease around this crew, despite being the only human in the room.

"It's dark." Lewis said, looking out the window. "You two should leave soon."

"I can stay a little longer." Kristopherson replied. "I don't have anywhere to be tonight or tomorrow."

"No, no, no, it's not that." The ogre said, holding up his hand and shaking his head. "It's a full moon out tonight. You should get out of here before the Kessler boys come out."

"The who?"

"The Kessler boys." The man said. "Not all of them are really boys, but most of them. They're a pack of werewolves who follow around this bloke named 'Kessler'. They're a menace, and if they see you around here, they'll probably go after ya. I hear that they've been bringing in humans after turning them into one of them, so I wouldn't be surprised."

"We should go." Said Audrey, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I don't know if I can fight off one werewolf by myself. Against a whole pack? There's no way."

"Shit." Kristopherson cursed, looking down at his things. "Help me get my stuff."

"I'll follow you out, if you like." Offered Lewis, holding up a large fist. "If things get bad, some extra muscle can't hurt, right?"

"Thanks, Mister Knaggs." Replied the faux-blonde with a smile as he paused from shoving things in his bag. "That'd help a lot."