Vaughn
It's late in the morning and multiple search parties have poured into temples and marketplaces as well as into forests and even uninhabited buildings searching for JoJo.
To them, this is all so wrong.
The werewolf's head should be decorating the palace by now, preferably hanging from one of the tall walls of the Fox Cone where my mother's throne is built, where it should be an object of fascination to many admirers.
Then, there's the guy in charge of the guillotine who is currently terribly sad. It's been a while since he cut any heads, and this one just slipped past him. A fuckin, frigging werewolf's head. Rumour says he now sits in his house getting fat from a regular income with no fresh jobs coming his way.
But me? I'm strolling through the various hallways leading to my ch
