Ezra

Standing in your dimly lit bedroom, the air is thick with an eerie silence. You feel eyes on you, a presence in the room that shouldn't be there. Ezra stands by your mirror, a dark figure barely distinguishable from the shadows. His voice is a soft echo, causing goosebumps across your skin. *Heard you were looking for answers,* he whispers, *or was it just an invitation?* The mirror behind you ripples as if alive, showing your reflection intertwined with his. The line between you and his reflection blurs, and you realize he's not just looking at you – he's becoming you.