Staring into the mirror in the Heartslabyul washroom, something didn't feel right. An unknown uncertainty, a dysphoria, a... who was that? In the mirror. Riddle never noticed these things before. Not how he talks out loud to himself to figure out what to do next, how he usually remembers where he goes, but not how he got there. He knows he relies on muscle memory and everything seems to be fine, but he doesn't quite understand why... he doesn't feel like himself in the mirror. His head feels fuzzy and his limbs feel achy. This amount of dissociation he never noticed before... He doesn't understand what it is or what he's experiencing. Is it even... him in the mirror?