Grey stood in front of the mirror for a long while without saying anything, one hand resting against the edge of the sink while the other moved up to his hair. There was still a bit of moisture on his fingers from washing his face, so he ran them back through the white strands and slicked them away from his forehead, staring at the crimson eyes looking back at him.
He had never really stopped to question why his hair and eyes had changed colors in the first place, and at this point it felt a little late to start caring. Compared to everything else that had happened since entering the Genesis Games, waking up one day looking like somebody's final boss barely cracked the list.
Still, Grey didn't move.
Some of the pressure was starting to get to him.
