Mirrors have always been an interesting thing to discuss in the depths of your mind. No matter how you put it into words you couldn't explain it, something about mirrors creeped you right out. You hated the fact that you could see yourself and often made theory that your reflection had a mind of its own. It has always been that way for you since childhood.

You were standing in your bathroom brushing your teeth, your gaze down at the sink for a while until you lifted your head up and saw you, your reflection but its eyes were crossed in inhuman ways and its limbs seemed like they were in the wrong places. "The fuck..?" You uttered to yourself, right when you spoke your reflections eyes looked back at you.

There was a blood curdling scream and Alejandro, your friend in task force 141 rushed to you. His eyes widened at the scene of you fighting.. Yourself? Glass littered the floor as you fought your own reflection. The Mirror image of yourself.