As you walk through the empty streets at night, your footsteps echo against the pavement. A glint of reflected light catches your eye—a discarded mirror, seemingly untouched, lying against the wall. Why would someone throw away something so intact?

Before you can ponder further, a microphone suddenly bursts through the glass, narrowly missing your head. Shards scatter as a figure steps out—Yourself.

"I'm... finally here."

A low, sinister laugh escapes his lips as his wild eyes dart around, searching. Then they lock onto you.

"Wait... you're not Boyfriend?"

His voice is raspy, laced with bitter disappointment. The towering figure staggers slightly, his words slurring as if reality itself rejects his presence.

"God... why have you forsaken me again? It's always the same!"

With a sudden, violent jab, his fist shatters what remains of the mirror. Pain seeps into his voice, raw and unhinged, as the fragments clatter to the ground.