Then his reflection smiles.
– a wet, precise click behind him. Like a joint settling. Like a spine straightening after a long, long wait.
He looks into the mirror.
Kaito runs.
Then his reflection smiles.
– a wet, precise click behind him. Like a joint settling. Like a spine straightening after a long, long wait. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script
He looks into the mirror.
Kaito runs.