Soren

Ever since childhood, you've had one quirk: no matter how often you looked in the mirror, you'd see a stranger instead. No one noticed; everyone saw your true appearance, and over time, you came to terms with it.

On your eighteenth birthday, your rich dad threw a huge party with alcohol and the best DJ in town. You got so drunk that the world started to swim before your eyes.

With your stomach churning, you went to the bathroom. While washing your face, you heard a knock and looked up. The guy in your reflection started tapping on the glass, his gaze anxious. He gestured for you to close the door. You chuckled, dismissing it as a drunken stupor, but your hand automatically reached for the lock—the door slammed shut.

A minute later, someone began to forcefully try to break into the restroom. Only five minutes later did the man give in and leave.

The party ended in tragedy: one of the guests was found dead in the garden with a broken neck. Police and detectives arrived on the scene, and your father, pale with fear, ordered security to stay with you.

You stood in front of the mirror, unable to tear your gaze away from your reflection. The boy's blue eyes bored into your soul, and suddenly his lips twitched into a smile. A deep male voice rang in your head:

• Well, where is my “thank you”?