The Pink-Haired Spy

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The first thing Atticus noticed as he woke up lying on the floor was that the atmosphere around him had turned uncomfortably warm, his back drenched with sweat. Atticus' nose wrinkled as the smell of sulfur hit him. Kneeling and briefly looking around, the truth suddenly hit him. 

He had no clue where he was.

Panic seized him, and he finally took the time to look around properly. This time, he noticed a man of about twenty-two dressed in a black suit staring intently at him. He was standing at around 6"2, approximately 2 inches taller than Atticus. The man's white shirt had the top two buttons undone, displaying his collarbone and neck, exposing the beginnings of numerous tattoos. His black suit, on top of his blouse, was unbuttoned fully. Finally, black leather shoes and pants completed the look. His demeanour screamed sophistication as he stood with his arms in his pockets, his dark brown eyes analysing Atticus. He looked like a character straight out of a spy film.

Except for his bright, bubble gum pink hair.

Atticus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he battled with his thoughts on the pink hairstyle and his whereabouts. Running a hand through his odd-coloured hair, the man strolled over to Atticus, gripping his chin in his hands and forcing it upwards. 

"Hmm," the man said, staring into Atticus' eyes, obviously unimpressed by the man kneeling before him. "Is pink going to be a problem for you?"

Atticus gulped. The man had clearly noticed Atticus staring at his hair seconds before.

"N-no" Atticus stuttered back in reply. 

He felt like kicking himself for sounding so weak in front of the stranger. 

"Didn't think so." The man breathed, letting go of Atticus' chin harshly

"Come on, stand up." He ordered.

The authority in his voice made Atticus believe he held at least some type of power wherever he was. Speaking of which:

"Where am I?" he asked the man, as he stood up. 

The man looked Atticus up and down, seeming to consider him before giving his answer.

"You're in the Underworld, Atticus. Enjoy your time here. It's going to be an... interesting ride for both of us."

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