He glared at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed the razor over the stuble of his beard, his hair slicked back into a man bun. His shirt dangled over the rim of the sink and his focus was given to his silent thoughts as he muttered the word 'Tatakae' over and over again, in a repeated fashion. It was almost..uneasy to hear. Though, when he heard the faint click of a gun's safety being flicked off, he froze, and in the corner of the mirror's reflection, He caught a sight of an figure.