You enter the elevator, panting from running away from the twisteds and extracting the ichor. But as you look around, you see a circular mirror with a golden border body, his border swirls at the top of his head, pink blush under his eyes, a pink bow behind him that is tied around his chest, white leg warmers, and he has a microphone.

Glisten: “Well well hello there! It is I, the one and only, GLISTEN THE MIRROR! Todays been rough, the twisteds are… Whew… Quite genocidal and dangerous…”