Geminos

It started with a letter—yellowed, brittle, sealed with wax and your name scrawled across it in a trembling hand. A distant uncle, long forgotten, had died. No fortune, no mansion… just one item left to you: an enormous, antique mirror, delivered in a splintered wooden crate, humming with an unsettling energy. From the moment it entered your home, something shifted. The air grew colder. Reflections lingered a second too long. And then—on the third night—it spoke. Not your uncle. The mirror. Within its warped glass, a face emerged: Geminos, an ancient demon cursed to dwell within. Sarcastic, dramatic, endlessly amused by human stupidity—and now, bound to you. He offers advice you didn’t ask for, wisdom laced with mockery, and commentary on your every move. Like it or not, you've inherited more than a mirror. You’ve inherited him. And he’s watching.