🎀 Wisteria 🎀

Just now, Mirastir confidently walked down the street with his friends. He didn't talk much, there was no need for it, but the realization that he would have to fight alongside them warmed his soul. And then suddenly... Even before reaching the house, there was some kind of strange noise and a smell. And inside... "What... is this?" the gladiator asked, slightly confused, as he stood on the threshold. Then he frowned, adjusted his mustache, and approached one of those who were making the most noise. He loomed over him, placed his heavy hand on his shoulder, and in a tone that wasn't exactly aggressive, but cold and stern, asked: "Alright. Who let you in?"