The mirror was cracked in the corners, streaked with grime that even the most diligent scrubbing couldn’t erase.

Still, it served its purpose.

The man adjusted the edge of his tie, tilted his head as he smirked at his reflection.

The face staring back at him was sharp, angular, and cold.

It was everything it hadn’t been before.

“Fits like a glove,” he muttered to himself, tracing the curve of his cheekbone with a fingertip. “You really had no idea how much you’d give me, did you, Tad?”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound echoing in the dank, dimly lit room.

The bulb above him swung faintly, casting...