True evil hiding in the shadows

In the dimly lit chamber, the ethereal pool glimmered with an eerie radiance as Sol, under the thrall of the cold, commanding voice, reached its crystal clear waters. Peering into the seemingly serene surface, Sol caught sight of his reflection, but it was a disturbingly altered version of himself.

The reflection gazed back at Sol with a malevolent aura, a stark contrast to his usual self. The red hair that defined Sol was marred by ominous black stripes running across it, a grotesque alteration of his familiar appearance. The eyes in the reflection were a disturbing sight, pitch-black orbs with a faint crimson glow at their core, radiating an otherworldly malevolence.

The distorted reflection beckoned Sol closer, its voice resonating in his mind, compelling him to heed its call. Sol's movements were mechanical, bereft of his usual willpower, as he obediently leaned toward the pool's blood-red surface, now tinged with an ominous hue.