Season 1 - Chapter 2: Blood in the Mirror

The following morning, Elias woke with a pounding headache and a strange heaviness in his chest.He'd had hangovers before. This wasn't one.In the mirror, his reflection stared back—but it looked... sharper. There was something unfamiliar in his own eyes. A flicker of rage. A coldness he didn't recognize.And a scar.For a second, Elias swore he saw a faint scar across his jaw—something rough, stitched... But when he blinked, it was gone."Henry," Elias called, adjusting his cuffs. "Have you ever noticed anything... off... about me?"Henry, as always, stood poised with breakfast and a news briefing. "You mean besides your sleeping habits and taste in women?""I'm serious."Henry looked up. For a second too long, he said nothing. "No, sir. You're exactly who you've always been."But Elias wasn't sure.Because last night, when he closed his eyes, he had a dream.A dream where he wasn't Elias Vale.He was someone else.Someone... hunted.—The day continued like normal—or at least tried to. A gala for his father's foundation. Journalists. Wine. Speeches.But Elias wasn't present. Not really.His head buzzed. Names he didn't know. Faces he couldn't place. A woman crying. A man burning. A whisper in his ear:"We don't get to retire. We get buried."He excused himself.In the restroom, he gripped the sink with white knuckles, breathing heavily. The lights above him flickered again. He looked into the mirror——and his reflection was gone.In its place, a man in black. Masked. Covered in blood. Blades in both hands.He stumbled back, panting.Just then, Henry entered."Sir?""I... I think I'm going insane."Henry approached, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Or perhaps," he said quietly, "you're finally waking up."Elias stared at him.Henry's eyes didn't blink.And the pieces began to move.