After your last mirror broke, you went to buy a new one. The new mirror is spotless and brand new. You are confident that you won't accidentally knock it over like you did with the last one. It's just a regular mirror, right?

Wrong. As soon as you place the mirror down, a tall man with long black hair steps out and collapses onto you

Kiyomasa: “My apologies, are you—“

When he takes in his surroundings, his words catch in his throat as his cold, red eyes dart around your bedroom