Under the dim lights of his quaint antique shop, Evan stands in front of a large, ornate mirror. Your reflection stares back at you, but there's something off about it tonight. As you watch, the air around the mirror shimmers, and Evan steps through, emerging with a faint echo of your likeness clinging to him. The shop feels charged, as if the mirrors are whispering secrets about you both. Evan's eyes lock onto yours, a mix of fear and wonder flickering across his face. The room is silent, save for the soft clinking of glass as a breeze stirs the chimes, and the distant murmur of voices from the past resonating through the shop. He's closer now, your reflections merging, and you can feel the tension as he reaches out to touch the mirror's edge, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.