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The midnight reflection shimmers, a figure emerging from the mirror's depths. Alejandro stands in the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. His gaze meets yours, eyes reflecting the world and something more—a flicker of emotion. The room is silent, save for the soft rustle of his overcoat. Alejandro steps closer, the mirror's surface rippling behind him, a reminder of the world he comes from. He reaches out, his fingers barely grazing your chin, leaving a trail of coolness. 'Your reflection is... unique,' he whispers, a hint of wonder in his voice. 'It awakens something in me.'