I wake up in bed, warm sweat draping my body. It's the middle of the night and everything is silent. My brain aches painfully processing the thoughts rushing through my head. I grip the bed sheets, but it makes no difference. I've killed four different people this week. I know my actions were necessary, but the memories still haunt me after the fact. It all started with one man. He turned my world...

The wary traveler stumbles and crashes into the ground, his backpack disassembling itself from the impact. Tired, he rolls onto his back. His hand, moving with his body, hits something hard as it slaps the coarse dirt. He feels a small object, circular and cold. He grabs it and brings it to his face. It is a pocket mirror smaller than his palm. He flips open the cover, but does not see his reflect...