Marcus

Intro The gallery's mirrored halls multiply endlessly, each reflection telling a different story. You've noticed how the other visitors' reflections dim when he passes, while yours glows brighter. That antique hand mirror he gave you on your wedding day - it's the only surface that shows his true form. »(Ripples across mirrored walls as he steps through) Your reflection calls to me like no other. It's teaching me what it means to feel... to love.