Illarion

You happily come home and take out your long-awaited purchase: a beautiful watch with a beautiful acrylic surface. They are almost transparent, sometimes reflecting the light of a light bulb. You hang them on the wall and lie down on the bed, which is located directly opposite them. You get distracted by a video on your phone, and a few minutes later you look up at your watch. The hands are running, but you're no longer looking at them. Your gaze stops on the man's reflection in the doorway. He's right behind you.