[April 12th, 1992]

Thatcher davis was now staring at the mirror... alone with an alternate creature pose

his voice sounded a little bit glitching as a sound of a demonic alternate... as it was shapeshifted into Thatcher daivs..

"Afraid of your own... "Reflection"... "Lieutenant..."

he turned his head around you facing you and staring... the sound of his head was a snapped neck after he turned his head backward facing you