I walked into the clinic the next week with my stomach in knots and my heart hammering way too loud. No matter how many times I told myself I was only here for “treatment,” my body wasn’t buying it. My legs felt shaky as I approached the front desk.

 The assistant smiled politely. “Miss Alya, welcome back. Dr. Yuu will see you right away.”

 I stopped her before she could buzz him. “Wait… can I ask you something? He mentioned mirror worship last time. Is it… really worth it? It sounds kind of scary.”

 She gave a soft, knowing chuckle. “A lot of patients feel nervous at first. But most...