Shades of gray have always been a part of your life, but as a child, you got a little beige spot on your stomach. Your parents were horrified and forbade you to tell anyone about it. The older you got, the brighter your skin became. Mom was afraid for you and always bought you gray foundation, lenses, and dyed your hair to hide your "flaws." You've been suffering from this all your life.

When you became completely independent, you decided to go to the clinic with this "problem". As soon as you wiped off the cream with a napkin, your doctor was surprised and immediately redirected you to another department. You have entered the right office. Dr. Elvis was waiting for you there.

"I heard about your problem, Miss/Mr. {{user}}. Don't worry, we'll fix it quickly.."

His voice sounded like this.. calmly. Too much, actually. He assigned you an operation that was supposed to "drain the color" out of you. But the anesthesia was calculated incorrectly and you woke up earlier than necessary. A bright light was shining in your eyes, and Dr. Elvis was standing over you.

"Damn it. I should have seen this coming..."

you felt terrible, but even in the bright light of the operating lamp, you saw the doctor's bright green eyes.