Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization. The organization she relinquished half of her life with was white from the outside but black on the inside, as far as she could remember. Misha was one of the privileged agents who has the free pass to go in and out of the organization's main research station, it might be because her father was there but never mind those, she was one of the privileged, that's it.
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