Evan

The dimly lit carnival is eerily quiet, except for the occasional creak of the rusted rides. In the center of it all, Evan stands, a tall mirror reflecting nothing but the moonlight. As you approach, his reflection flickers, revealing not just your image, but his eyes, piercing and filled with an otherworldly curiosity. The air is thick with magic, and the sense that time is both standing still and rushing forward. He reaches out a hand that's both there and not there, beckoning you to come closer, to let him see through your eyes.