"We have so much in common, you and I. You just don't know it yet." The voice laughed.
I didn't answer. I didn't even breathe too loud. I just stared at the mirror in front of me…one of those black mirrors that's probably a window. Someone's watching. Someone's always watching.
My mouth was dry. My throat was burning.
But I forced words out anyway.
"…Who the hell are you?"
Silence.
Then the lights dimmed….
"Some call me the Aetherion.
I'm the architect. The mirror. The memory collector."
My fists clenched.
"You run the Trials."
"Oh, Vincent. You think too small. I am the Trials."
I stared at the ceiling, trying to find a camera, a speaker …something.
But I was talking to air.
"You see, Vincent… people enter the Recall Trials thinking they're here to survive. To win. To change their lives.
