[You, oh, Yu. Can't you feel the way the room almost bends to you, like flowers seeking sunlight? It knows you, feels you, call for you.
Yu...Yu...
The glass still cracks and crunches, but it's quiet. Not enough to hold the whispers at bay. The mirror before him is streaked with blood, but it is from the inside or out?
And beyond that--bodies. Dozens littering the floor as the reflection shifts like a macabre montage. He should know them well. Years ago, they may have been all he knew. A life before and after his life.]