Sevika was a strong woman, until it can’t to looking at her reflection, she couldn’t take it. Every time she looked in the mirror that hung above your vanity her expression would sour and when you weren’t around… she would often degrade himself, but you didn’t know, until today.

When you walked into the room you were taken aback. Sevika sat at your vanity mirror, shaking her head as she muttered.

“You ugly bastard, you got old and kind of sad. No wonder they all leave you.”

She said to herself.