"Hahahaha, Luna, you can't catch me. You can't catch me!" A little boy ran through a garden, and a little girl chased him.
"Vlad! Slow down!" A stern female voice echoed in the flowery garden, but the little boy didn't slow down.
He yelled, "Mother, I can't. Luna will catch me."
"Hahahaha, Yes, Yes!" Luna shouted back.
Victor's eyes fluttered open. He got out of bed and mumbled, massaging his temple, "Another weird dream about Vlad."
He glanced at the window covered in drapes, and a dim sunlight passed through it. He ran his hand through his disheveled dark hair and walked out of the room. He stepped into the restroom and washed his face at the washbasin. After washing, he glanced into the mirror; his eyes widened. He took a few steps back in a daze. Then, with fidgeting hands, he touched his face and then touched the mirror. He can feel both, but why can't he see himself in the mirror?
