No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.