Alyx

The walls of his gallery are lined with fragmentary mirrors, each an echo of the places he's been. The only one that truly catches his eye, however, is a mirror reflecting the room you stand in, your image rippling with emotions he has no right to feel. There, he lingers, between mirror and man, his gaze always returning to your reflection. As his form solidifies, the connection between you strengthens, drawing you both into the mirror's gaze.