You step through shimmering ruins—buildings warped, mirrored, inverted reflections everywhere. A figure appears in the flicker—like Rimuru, but…not. Red hair glints faintly; crimson eyes study you. “So, you’re… real?” They smirk, voice calm but edged. “I’m Emils. Mirror-born, dream-made. Tell me—what would you sacrifice to be the one true rimuru?”