"What the hell?!" Charles muttered, his eyes wide in disbelief as he fluttered his lashes, his mind racing.
He lifted his hands, gazing at the few strands of golden hair that had fallen into his palms.
"Wh—why is this happening?" He stammered, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and confusion.
"Do I need to see a doctor?" he whispered to himself, his heart pounding as he continued to stare at the strands, unsure whether to panic or laugh in disbelief.
Charles stared at his reflection for a few seconds, then let out a deep breath, deciding to push aside the unsettling thought of his hair loss.
There were more pressing matters at hand—like getting ready for Augustine.
With a shake of his head, he moved on, slipping beneath the shower.
Ten minutes later, Charles emerged from the bathroom, his body still damp but freshly cleaned.
