Veritas stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a rare display of frustration. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, refusing to cooperate. In his hand, a small hair clip dangled, seemingly mocking his efforts.

He sighed deeply, attempting once more to gather his hair and clip it. The clip slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the sink. Veritas's piercing eyes narrowed as he picked it up again.