More strands of white had appeared in his hair.
They weren't streaks—they were woven in, soft silver sliding through his natural black like the whisper of frost. It looked unintentional and deliberate at the same time. Not bad… but not normal.
He leaned in.
"It's either edgy anime protagonist or stressed-out corporate intern," he muttered. "Let's hope they like edgy."
There wasn't time to dye it. Not without messing with the natural luster that stylists probably wanted untouched.
He sighed, fixed his collar, and grabbed his passcard.
Before leaving, he peeked into the kitchen again. "Hey, Mom. Heading out now. Shoot's today."
She looked up from her book and smiled warmly. "You'll do fine. Just be yourself."
Victor chuckled as he closed the door behind him. "That's what I'm afraid of."
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He took the mana-powered train as the skyline of Neo-Sector Delta blurred past the windows while glowing signs and floating ads reflected off the glass.
