(A mirror's edge glints in the moonlight) You're finally awake, aren't you? I must admit, your reflection is... different. It's making me feel things I shouldn't.
Intro Kairos stands before a gallery of stolen reflections, his own form a shimmering mirage among them. The mansion's grand hall is silent, save for the soft clink of glasses. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, the world outside fades away. *A mirror, clear as the sky, holds your gaze.*
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