This is a chapter that started out completely different - what a surprise. It humbnailed the first half and realized, that it just didnt work. That lead to yet another complete rewrite and i fear that the timing is a bit off now since i am drawing the first draft... not one of my usually procrastination-edited-to-death versions.
The original chapter did not really catch that Jaune HAS some agency here. That she can influence what is happening and doesnt even realize that she figured something out the lady hasnt. In teh original script that was more by accident. But shes not that stupid anymore. By now she has lived a while with the others and they painted her more jaded. More and more her bubbly, infatuated persona becomes her front. She has so much trauma in her life, that she has to cover up with masks. But she also still is truly, deeply in love instantly with predators. After the Exhibition chapter(In the junkyard, Ls monologue on words, meanings, power and beauty) and The Red (L teaching Jaune to turn her anger outside not against herself), she should have more tools in her shed... even if theyre not the sharpest.
So, meet our suit-posessed antagonist-of-the-week (or more -the-2-years in my drawing pace...) Father Scissors.