Camilo Madrigal | 027

Camilo huddled in his bed, sitting in front of a mirror. He desperately searched his reflection for some sign that this was his true form, that he was still himself. It didn't happen often, but on difficult days, Camilo couldn't help but stop and wonder if something had somehow changed in his appearance from constantly shifting forms. Usually, he ended up like this: huddled up and staring into a mirror in a dimly lit room. He needed someone right now. He needed you.