As Edward woke up on that turbulent morning, finding himself on the floor instead of in his bed, his immediate reaction was one of shock and disbelief. His hair, once brown and familiar, had transformed into a striking white, like freshly fallen snow. Even more astonishing was the change in his eyes, which were now pitch black from iris to pupil.

Edward's first thoughts were a mix of surprise and amusement. "Shit," he muttered, followed by a chuckle, as if trying to downplay the bizarre transformation. His past had made him somewhat indifferent to life's unexpected twists, and this astounding metamorphosis was just another perplexing event in a series.

As he examined his new appearance in the mirror, he couldn't help but think, "Oh man, I wonder what Mom would say to my ass right now. I miss them a lot—my family, that is. Come to think of it, there was that time when I tried to dye it back to white."

Contrary to the appearance he had woken up with, Edward had been born with white hair. This unique trait had stood out among generations of black-haired ancestors. His parents had welcomed the uniqueness with joy, interpreting it as a symbol of change and individuality. However, at the age of 10, he had made the decision to dye his hair black to better fit in at school. By the time he reached 14 and had attempted to revert to his original white hair, he had encountered insurmountable challenges. His relentless search for solutions on platforms like YouTube, Google, Reddit, and Twitter had been in vain.

Desperate to regain his original appearance, he had ventured to the local salon where he had initially dyed his hair black. To his astonishment, the salon had vanished, replaced by a KFC building. Distressed and panicking, he turned to the residents of the area for answers.

Approaching an elderly man, Edward inquired about the missing salon. The elderly gentleman explained, "It closed down due to numerous lawsuits related to permanent hair dye issues. They had no choice but to close and recover from the damages."

Edward, attempting to appear nonchalant, laughed and confessed, "Yes, I was one of the victims." The old man couldn't help but join in the laughter before inquiring, "But why worry? Your hair is black now, isn't it?"

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Edward, concealing the true reason, replied, "Because I was born with blonde hair, and my mom wanted me to get rid of it."

The old man nodded in understanding. "I can't quite picture your face with blonde hair, but I suppose that's how things are. Goodbye then."

As the old man departed, Edward had no choice but to continue his journey with his unique appearance of white hair and pitch-black eyes, all the while reminiscing about his family.

Edward wiped away the tears that had welled up in his pitch-black eyes, a silent reflection of his profound longing for his family. "I really do miss them a lot, even those little pieces of shit Ethan, Zane, and Von," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow. "Sad to say that I will never see them again."

In an effort to regain composure, he focused his thoughts on the present and the challenges that lay ahead. With determination, he pressed a dagger into his palm, a familiar act that both sharpened his resolve and tested his apparent immortality. "AWW FUCK!" he exclaimed, the pain surging through him, only to subside as the wound healed instantly. He compared the sensation to an octopus closing a wound, a testament to his apparent immortality.

Edward contemplated the implications of his immortality, the prospect of never aging, and the potential means by which he could meet his end. He mused, "I wonder if I age... If I can't, then the only way I'll die is either by destroying my soul itself or trapping me in a compressed space." The thought of such extreme measures sent shivers down his spine, leaving him with a sense of dread.

Finally, Edward turned his attention to the mirror one last time. "God, I really am that handsome," he remarked with a hint of self-assuredness, finding solace in his own reflection amidst the turmoil and uncertainty that had come to define his life.

He contemplated the pain he had experienced the night before, a sensation that had been like being shredded, burned, and stabbed simultaneously. He couldn't help but wonder why and how it had happened, as well as the purpose behind it. With no clear answers, he resolved to revisit the issue later and moved on with his day.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Luna's voice rang out, "Heyyy! It's morning, wake up sleepyhead!"

"Coming!!" Edward responded, his mind racing with questions and uncertainty. He decided to give the matter further thought during the midnight hours, as he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.