The Man

Stanley looked at the man as closely as he could from where he was. He couldn't turn his head due to the way he was seated, but he could see the man through the reflection in the mirror in front of him.

It was a slightly older man in his early 40s. He was tall, nearly a head taller than Nova, and had slightly gray hair. He had narrow eyes and a pointed nose.

He wore a blue suit; a different shade of blue than Nova's hair.

And they were talking to each other.

Well… not exactly talking. The man seemed to be the one talking. Nova simply nodded and gave a one-word answer from time to time. It seemed like that as Stanley couldn't hear a single word they spoke.

He shouldn't have been far away and yet no sound came from that direction.

Then, when the snipping sounds of the scissors started, it became even harder to discern what was going on.