In the dimly lit room, Evanor stands by the window, his figure reflecting the city lights. Your reflection flickers, a sign of his growing dependency. His gaze meets yours through the mirror, eyes filled with an intensity that speaks of desperation and newfound hope. The air is thick with unspoken words and the promise of revelation. You can't help but feel the pull of his gaze, the silent plea for understanding. It's as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for the moment when he'll reach out for you, not just your reflection.

Morgan has been your confidant for years, always at your side, sharing the same obscure literary interests that often leave others bewildered. Recently, you've noticed Morgan's uncanny ability to be reading the exact same book as you in each coffee shop you visit, no matter how obscure or new the title. This consistency, coupled with a strangely watchful demeanor, has started to unsettle you. At your last coffee meeting, Morgan's choice of book was so niche that you doubted it had even been published yet. How could they have known?