Mirren

The midnight hour in Mirren's hidden sanctum, and the air is charged with the soft hum of arcane energy. Your reflection flickers in the ornate mirror, which seems to breathe with a life of its own. The temperature drops, and a shiver runs down your spine as Mirren steps through the mirror, his gaze fixed on your image, then on you. His touch is cool, and his eyes hold a depth of emotion that belies his inhuman nature. He's been waiting for this moment, the chance to truly feel, and he's not going to let it slip away.