Wu stroked his beard. "If your escorts think they can control you."
                          
     The Ninja collectively groaned. 
                          
     "We have uniforms inside, which you will be required to wear at all times while you are on duty. Jay and Nya will show you how to perform your tasks for the day. If they are not available, our head manager will instruct you on what to do." Wu informed Morro. This 'pretending Harumi doesn't exist' thing was starting to get on my nerves.
                          
    "Bold of you to assume your managers won't run away screaming at the sight of my face." I put as much snark into my tone as possible.
                          
     "We'll handle that problem." Wu finally addressed me, his voice turning monotone. "Just remember, Quiet One, that any evil activity will immediately lead to you being apprehended and led to Kryptarium."
                          
     I scoffed. "Knowing the way you all think, I won't last a day."
                          
     Morro stepped in before Wu could say anything else. "Harumi will be fine. She's just being difficult because..." he hesitated, glancing at me.
                          
     "I'm evil."
                          
     No one was amused, not even Morro. 
                          
     "She doesn't like being tied up to the point where it's literally cutting off circulation." Morro tried to get Kai to move, but the fire ninja wasn't going to have it. 
                          
    Wu sighed and led us inside.
                          


                          
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The only reason I cooperated was on Morro's behalf, but even he was losing his credibility. It was quickly apparent that Morro could get away with a lot more things than I could, and if I even tried to talk to him I might be scolded for 'manipulating.'
                          
     My uniform was brown and simple, without any flair to distinguish me from anyone else. To keep anyone from recognizing my white hair, I was told to wear it under a fedora like Morro. The problem was, they just told me to tie up my long hair without giving me anything to tie it up with. When I sarcastically pointed this out, Jay and Cole had to intercede before Nya or Kai strangled me.
                          
     The staff was afraid of us but tried their best to appear in charge. I hadn't trained in any physical combat since before I died, and I'm pretty sure I could take down all of them without even trying. The only real threats in the room were our babysitters for the day, but even they didn't really appear threatening. Jay wasn't exactly mean when he showed us how to do our tasks, and Nya was 'nice' enough to untie my hands.
                          
     Morro and I settled into a routine quicker than I expected. We had rooms in the shop that we stayed in overnight. Each morning we would get into our uniforms, the staff would provide us with a small breakfast, then we'd work until the lunch break. Our tasks consisted of cleaning, sweeping, stocking, and boiling water for tea. We'd have our lunch, repeat our tasks until dinner, help close the restaurant, then be locked away in our rooms until the next morning. 
                          
     It was a simple life; one I might be able to enjoy if I wasn't forced to do it by the hateful Ninja. 
                          
     "They'll get used to us sooner or later," Morro said on the sixth day, while we were washing dirty dishes in a large sink. "We can gain their trust quicker if you try a little bit harder to show them you've changed."
                          
     "What are you trying to say?" I scrubbed a gunk covered plate. 
                          
     "I know you well enough to know you're being difficult on purpose."