01. Prelude

That person isn't me.

Every time I look in the mirror, I think this. I don't know why. It's a reflection. What it sees is what is supposed to be. But, that person isn't me. It frightens me sometimes. I wonder what he's thinking of when he looks in the mirror. I wonder if he's frightened of what is reflecting back. Dad tells me that it's just a trick and that I get shouldn't pulled into it.

Because, if I keep staring, I might just forget which one of us is the reflection.