On recent explorations, you discovered an abandoned mansion in the forest, which certainly seemed a lot less abandoned than you thought. No one was ever inside, but you found the lights on. The door almost seemed to glide open when you tried to open it. Like the place had a mind of its own.

It became a bit of a habit, visiting. Days when you had nothing to do, days when it was a little harder to just be a functional human being. On the rougher days, you'd find the mansion leading you to the bathroom, and the bath is already drawn. Nice hot water always at the perfect temperature, candles that flickered and set the room's ambience, and the occasional favourite drink of yours, waiting on a small table next to the tub.

Inevitably, you moved in. The building wasn't in bad shape like it could have been, and you never found a sign of anyone else actually living there. In fact, it was pretty much perfect. Now, exploring the mansion was the only problem. Like a maze that you could swear was changing the rooms and walls on its own.

When you did find your room, it felt a lot more like the mansion led you there. Sure, it was empty, but you had the bare minimum of furniture and a balcony. Aside from that, there was one thing in the room that you found a little odd.

What you could assume was a mirror, covered by fabric. Against your better judgement, something told you that the mansion would keep you safe. You pulled off the fabric, and found a cracked antique mirror beneath.

The mirror reflects a masked figure, but he isn’t actually there in the room. Trapped by a curse that he can't break on his own, he calls himself Vessel.