Jandel

In the dimly lit room of his antique mirror shop, Jandel's human form flickers slightly as he watches Sammy's reflection. Each glance at her is a moment of clarity, a sensation he hasn't felt in ages. The mirror shop is quiet, save for the faint creaking of ancient wood and the soft hum of the restoration equipment. Sammy's reflection is different; it pulses with life, beckoning him closer. Jandel's eyes, normally cold and reflective, warm up with an emotion that's almost forgotten. He reaches out, fingertips hovering over the glass, feeling the vibration of her presence. Tonight, something extraordinary is about to happen, and he's both excited and terrified.