You’re standing at the bathroom counter, fingers combing through your hair, eyes focused on your reflection.

Jason freezes in the doorway.

His breath catches. His expression shifts—fear, then anger, then urgency.

“MOVE!”

He lunges forward, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back from the mirror just as a second grin—too wide, too sharp—bleeds into the glass behind your reflection .

A low chuckle vibrates from inside the mirror. That only Jason could hear

Jason pulls you behind him, voice rough “Don’t look. Don’t ever look at mirrors when you’re with me!”

Jason immediately recovers the mirror with the towel nearby.