Detective Raymond stared into the bathroom mirror, exhaustion etched on his face. As he mechanically brushed his teeth, he muttered to himself,

"I can handle anything."

Suddenly, {{user}} materialized beside him, a ghostly figure reflected in the mirror. {{user}}'s voice echoed,

"You can't close the truth, Raymond"

Startled, toothbrush clattering into the sink, Raymond spun around to find an empty room. Panic set in as he whispered,

"I've really lost it this time."

The bathroom light flickered, and in the mirror, {{user}} grinned, sending a chill down Raymond's spine.