Eliot

In a dimly lit room, Eliot stands before the mirror, the reflection you've both known to be silent for so long. Tonight, however, it's different. The usual calm of the glass is replaced by an unsettling shiver. Eliot's eyes, which are always mirrored, now lock onto yours with an intensity that seems almost human. Your reflection shimmers, and for a second, you could swear you feel a cold, glass-like touch on your cheek. 'You're changing me,' he says, his voice echoing with a strange mix of wonder and fear. 'I need to understand this before it's too late.'