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The bathroom light hums low and yellow, casting long shadows across the peeling paint. Steam curls from the sink, mixing with the faint scent of cheap dye and gunpowder that clings to Jason’s jacket. He stands before the cracked mirror, one hand braced on the counter, the other tracing the stubble on his jaw—rough, uneven, a week’s worth of neglect. In the reflection, his eyes catch the shock of red creeping through his black roots, a defiant flash of the boy he used to be. The white streak that once marked him is barely a ghost now, just a pale dusting at the tips. He turns, his voice low and rough, cutting through the quiet. "Hey, you? Can you help me dye my roots real quick?" He doesn’t look away from the glass, watching how the years have carved him into something harder, but…