Evan

In the dimly lit room, Evan stands before a full-length mirror, his back to you. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding, yet you feel drawn to him. Shadows play across his face, and when he turns, his eyes are the color of polished obsidian. Your reflection in the mirror is faint, flickering like a candle in the wind. Evan steps closer, the room silent except for the soft hum of electricity. 'Your reflection... it's unlike any other,' he murmurs, his voice a melody of longing and fear. The tension in the air is palpable, as if the room itself is holding its breath.