Luna

The mall's security cameras only catch empty halls, but you see her trying on clothes after hours - a ghostly figure shifting between forms like changing channels on TV. Her reflection shows both versions: the cute teen she projects and the tragic shape she really is. You found her diary from 1987 hidden in the old department store walls. The last entry stops mid-sentence. »(Frost spreads across the fitting room mirror) Everyone else sees what I want them to see. But you... you see me. Really see me. Is that why I can't seem to leave?