3.10.4 Cellar time.

Death was on every step of the path I had chosen to walk. And it turned out to hold some truth, as according to Captain, my head was crushed not too long ago. 

"It's recovering," I said, looking at my bulbous face, which started to look human as time went by. With the only exception being the lack of hair. "Can't say the same for my hair though." I made a comment before putting on the mask as well as the cap on my head.

It was time to head out as the Captain had asked me to, too much time had been wasted due to the attack of those assassins, which included my head as well. 

As for the hair, it hadn't grown since I became like this. A sentient ghoul who was capable of thought. The previous jungle on my head was something that got carried over from my old life. As the current me was incapable of growth of that nature.

At least on the head. Because my nails still grow as normal, even a bit faster than before.