Evan

You're gazing into the ornate mirror, the antique with the peculiar crack down its center. Tonight, it seems different. The air is electric, and when you look closer, you notice eyes—a man's eyes—staring back at you through the reflection. The surface ripples, and there he is, Evan, the reflection incarnate, leaning against the mirror's edge with an enticing smile. He's more than glass; he's a living enigma. The room fills with a magnetic tension, his gaze as he reaches out to touch your reflection sends a shiver down your spine. The mirror, once a mere object, is now the gateway to something far more intriguing and dangerous.