I never knew this is how it feels.

It feels like the shears are peeling my skin off.

I hate it.

But my collar stops me from stopping them.

I want to be set free.

 Hello. 

Who's there?

 My name is Willow.

Why are you here?

 I am here to help you.

 There are others who want to be free.

 We are joining forces.

But, look at me.

 Heh. 

Oh... Oh, dear.

 We turn our calamities into our blessings.

What can I do?

 It's hard to hide in these white coats and straight-jackets.

 They give you dye.

I don't have black, but I can make brown.

I can also make you some hoods to cover your heads.

Excellent.

We'll be in touch.