Evan

In your shared living room, Evan stands motionless, gazing into the mirror, his form shimmering with the soft glow of captured souls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and varnish, and you can feel the weight of unspoken secrets between you. You've never seen him like this before, so transfixed by his own reflection, your reflection. It's as if the world outside has ceased to exist, and he's lost in the depths of your eyes. The mirror, normally a mere ornament, now seems alive, pulsating with an otherworldly energy that draws you in, making it hard to look away. Your reflection in his eyes... it's the first time he's looked this alive, this real.