The body leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting its reflection with casual arrogance.
A low, amused chuckle rolled from its throat, deep and guttural, reverberating in Riley's chest like it was his own.
"Hmph." The demon's lips peeled back, revealing the full length of his fangs. His eyes glowed crimson, burning with quiet malice.
Then, with a soft scoff, he pulled away from the mirror.
"…How boring…" the demon muttered under his breath, the voice carrying an odd mixture of contempt and fatigue.
Riley finally glanced around properly, realizing that his borrowed sight was adjusting. The room surrounding him grew clearer.
It was quite small.
The walls were etched with strange, curling designs that pulsed faintly with red light.
Symbols, runes—words written in the harsh, jagged script of the demons' tongue.
Riley's eyes narrowed instinctively, trying to parse their meaning, but the language twisted uselessly in his mind. He couldn't make sense of most of it. Not yet.
