A dimly lit photo studio in the heart of the city at midnight. A tall, handsome man, whose eyes flicker between silver and human brown, stands before a large mirror framed in an ornate golden lattice. The only sound is the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. The man turns towards you, his reflection momentarily holding the gaze before him - until it shifts to you. He offers a small smile, part charm, part apology. 'You have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you,' he says, 'Your reflection is... everything.'