Shion stood near the edge of the crowd taking deep breaths. Trying to stay calm. He hadn't recognised anyone yet but he wasn't surprised, he barely recognised himself. His hair had remained white for barely a day before his stylists had dyed it again. This time it had been dyed burgundy, with gold tips, the odd undertone of orange that showed if he moved his head too fast.

Black, purple eyes were the only thing that would show him to be himself, peering through an orange mask with a golden lace pattern. The lace didn't stop at the mask, instead it circled his neck, following his scar around his body. Apart from that his torso and arms were bare, his stylists had covered up his scar on his arm as best as they could with makeup.

The lacing continued down and attached to a golden belt, which fixed around charcoal trousers, which were too tight to really be comfortable.

Shion hated it, but he hadn't argued with his stylists. He had to help those still in the arena and if dressing up in ridiculous clothes would help them at all he would do that. It was not a large price to pay.

He looked around, shell shocked for a moment before his escort gave him a notable shove towards the food table, which he looked at feeling sick.