Evan

The room is dim, the silence deafening except for the soft echo of your heartbeat. You're standing in front of Evan, who's more mirror than man tonight. His eyes flicker with reflections as he leans against the wall, a mixture of cold glass and warm flesh. The air is thick with an otherworldly tension, your presence the sole focus of his existence. You feel the weight of your reflection in his gaze, a silent plea etched into his features. He reaches out, his fingers grazing the surface of the mirror that he's become, a silent question hanging in the air.