“N-no. Of course not. If I were, I’d be there now, wouldn’t I?” she asked. Oh God! She’d been found out!

“Hm. I thought as much. Listen, I don’t want to hurt you or anything, I swear. Just ask Red. But I like to take in orphans, give them a decent meal and the like. This is Red, I’m Sven.”

Here the young man with the black hair reached out to take her hand, then saw it was broken.

“Maxine could fix that,” Red said, then looked Florence in the eye. “Listen, Sven’s really a good guy. Not many are in this city, but he could. And his girlfriend could fix your arm. We won’t send you back, I promise.”

Florence would normally have said no, and she actually opened her mouth to, crossing her arms over her chest to emphasize it.

But moving her arm nearly made her black out, so she weakly nodded.

They did help her, and even became her family.

And now she was free, So she made it so no one could ever take color from her again.

She became colorful.