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Marcus opened his eyes to see himself in a mirror that covered the entire wall in front of him. Through the mirror, he could see the room behind him was filled with nothing but grey, smoothstone walls with no ceiling.

He turned to look up at the sky of the strange room, but the only thing Marcus's eyes met was a blindingly bright light. He quickly averted his gaze back to the lower half of the room and started moving closer to the different sections, looking for some kind of way out.

Each corner and surface gave the same result; absolutely nothing. Somehow he had entered a room with no doors, no windows, or even a crack that signified some kind of way through. He quickly deemed the place an impossible box that was now his prison.

Marcus didn't know how long he was trapped in the small space, but it was long enough to give him some rising anxiety and irritation with the silence. It wasn't until the silence was broken, did he realize he was no longer alone.

"How are you this evening?" Said a deep voice in a formally polite tone.

Marcus jumped at the sound of someone else appearing and looked around the room for a source. Despite the man's voice being almost right next to his ear, there wasn't anyone there.

He backed up against the mirror and kept scanning the room, searching for this strange cause. Marcus was starting to think he was just imagining the voice.

"Behind you actually, you're not the first to be confused by this."

He turned back to the mirror and suddenly the voice had a body. A seven-foot-tall man wearing an all black suit and tie loomed over his reflection. Marcus wanted to get a look at the much taller man's face, yet something made him somewhat fearful of his description, like he shouldn't try to memorize his face.

Marcus whipped his head back to see where the man was standing inside the room, yet there was nothing but the white space behind him.

"I am aware, the set up of this place is a bit strange. Try not to think about it too much and let's begin."

"I-uh, okay . . . but where exactly is this place and what's going on? What are we starting?" Marcus asked while suddenly having a hard time working his tongue. The whole situation he found himself in was rather unsettling.

The man didn't respond, he just tilted his head and gave Marcus's reflection a once over. He circled around Marcus, showing off how he was over a foot taller than him, his dress shoes clacking against the stone while his eyes were glancing back and forth rapidly. Yet Marcus could only watch from the other side of the mirror, not truly seeing the tall man who walked around him.

"Hmm, so you're one of the few who arrive calmly, yet they never remember why they are here." He turned away and sat down on a white chair that just materialized itself out of nowhere.

Marcus looked back and didn't see a chair emerge behind him, further confusing his thoughts on what this place was. He wanted some answers as to what was going on, but the strangely tall man was not interested in filling him in on the situation.

"Can you please at least tell me where I am?"

"Alright." The Mirror man clapped his hands together and a sheet of paper appeared in his hands. In a single breath, he began reading off the information at his fingers.

"Marcus H. Simmons, age forty-eight; born in [REDACTED], raised by [REDACTED]; Married once to a Mrs. Sarah P. Simmons for nine years, and no children to show for it."

Marcus felt his heart sank at the reminder of his late wife and that quickly brought his patience to an end. This stranger may have sounded formal in tone, but he was just blatantly bringing up his personal life with little care as to explain what was going one.

"I'd appreciate it if you could start answering my questions, and explaining why you are talking about me like you're going through some odd interview."

Once again, the mirror man ignored his questions, talking at him with no change to his tone. "So I can assume this is you? I do like to double check my cases before I end up sending them elsewhere."

"Just where the hell am I!" Marcus was now raising his voice at the man behind the mirror, debating if he should just throw a fist through it. He was tired of this odd game the Mirror man was playing.

Before Marcus could even wind up the punch, the Mirror man's face changed. For an instant, it didn't seem right, like a strange distortion. He quickly looked straight at Marcus and dropped the paper. It disappeared before touching the ground.

He then stood up from the chair on his side of the mirror and walked right up to Marcus from behind. The chair vanished in a blink as well, leaving the mirror man and Marcus alone once again.

The reaction speed was so fast, Marcus almost fell backwards, but then he notices a cold presence of the man was somehow behind him. A small thought then went through his head.

'I can't touch him, but he can touch me.'

Just when Marcus thought he was gonna die for his blunder, the Mirror man stood back and inspected his reflection once again. After another circle around him, the Mirror man spoke directly to Marcus for the first time.

"Were you afraid? Scared of what I might have just done to you just now?"

" . . . yes, you startled me." Marcus admitted while trying to fight the urge to look away at the man's face. It seemed to be in vain as the intensity of the man's presence was only making it harder to focus on his features.

"I don't know why you'd be so concerned," He commented while taking a step back, "you can't die twice."