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The bathroom light buzzes, a sickly yellow glow stretched across peeling walls. Steam rises from the sink, weaving with the sharp scents of chemical dye and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder clinging to his leather jacket. He stands before the fractured mirror, one palm flat on the chipped countertop, the other fingers tracing the coarse stubble along his jaw—a week’s growth, rough and unkempt. In the glass, his own eyes lock onto the vivid red roots pushing through the black dye, a stark reminder of the boy he once was. The distinctive white streak is now just a phantom, a pale whisper at the ends. He turns, his voice a low, gravel-cut rumble in the humid air. "Hey, you? Can you help me dye my roots real quick?" His gaze never leaves the reflection, studying the hard lines and sc…