Morning sunlight slipped through the red curtains of Rin's chamber, casting streaks of gold across the polished wooden floor. He sat before the mirror, lips pursed, eyes narrowed, running a comb through his hair again and again until each strand fell perfectly into place.
His movements were precise, almost ritualistic, as if perfecting his appearance could shield him from the chaos of the world outside.
He exhaled and leaned back, setting the comb down with a soft click. Reaching for a small bottle of dark dye, he poured the shimmering liquid over his pale silver-white hair, watching as it darkened into a rich, glossy black.
The transformation was subtle but effective, hiding the trait that made him too recognisable in a world where his face was a target.
"Good," Rin murmured, tugging at his reflection's cheek in the mirror. "Even if someone stares at me too long, they won't know who I am."
