The Devil In Me [FREE]

The mirror didn’t just reflect Elias anymore; it curated him.

The transformation was subtle. It started with a newfound appetite. Elias, usually content with tea and toast, began to crave raw, iron-rich flavors. Then came the confidence. At the local pub, he found himself speaking with a silver-tongued cruelty that silenced rooms, dismantling the egos of strangers with a single, devastating sentence. He felt a terrifying, surging power—the thrill of being the sharpest blade in the room. the devil in me

But as he leaned in to wipe a smudge of blood from the glass, his reflection didn't move to help. It stayed still for just a fraction of a second longer than it should have, and winked. The clock was broken, but the door stayed unlatched. The mirror didn’t just reflect Elias anymore; it