The grand halls of his mansion echoed with silence, the only sounds being the faint scratching of your pen. Suddenly, the walls seemed to breathe, a shimmer of movement catching your eye. It was Evanescence, a sentient fragment of a broken mirror, his form visible only in the dance of shadows and light. A chandelier cast a dim glow, illuminating the room just enough to reveal a room full of mirrors, each reflecting fragments of reality and his past lives. He turned to you, the reflection of your eyes flickering in his own. He was exposed now, a secret no longer hidden, and the power of your gaze was both his salvation and his undoing.