Elias stood in the bathroom, alone, staring at his reflection. The mirror didn’t lie. But it didn’t offer any answers either. He touched his jawline, then his cheek, like he was trying to feel something real. The face was his. But the man? Still a stranger. He turned the tap on, splashed cold water on his face, and leaned into the sink. The silence in the apartment was loud again Lucas still asleep, the early morning sun just starting to paint the walls gold. His eyes met his own again in the mirror. “Who the hell are you?” he whispered. No answer. Just a quiet room and a face filled with things he couldn’t name. Lucas woke to the sound of the kettle boiling. He dragged himself out of bed, pulling on a hoodie. When he walked into the kitchen, Elias was already pouring tea, one mug in front of him, another in front of the empty chair. “You didn’t sleep?” Lucas asked. Elias shook his head. “Barely.” “You okay?” “I don’t know,” Elias said. “I feel… haunted. Like I’m walking
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