Before Arthur could even reach the door, the voices followed—angry, loud, impossible to ignore. He opened it slowly to find his neighbors on the step, faces twisted in fury, their ruined hair glowing in the sunlight like some cruel joke.
“Look at this!” the wife snapped, jabbing a finger at her streaked hair. “What the hell did you put in that pool?” Arthur said nothing at first, his eyes flicking from her to the husband, whose dark hair had been transformed into blotches of uneven blond.