Night fell fully.
Yuri stood in front of the mirror, mask in his hands.
This time, he didn't hesitate.
The straps tightened. The world narrowed. The boy in the glass disappeared.
Breathing slowed.
Heart steady.
When he moved, it was without doubt.
Without fear.
Without a name.
The city outside didn't know it yet—but something had begun moving through its shadows.
Something that watched.
Something that remembered.
Something that would not look away.