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He stared into the mirror. Mind going fuzzy the longer he looked at his reflection. He looked down at his hands, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sink. When he looked up again he saw the face of a player he didn’t recognize. The player stared at him for a long time. Eyes like obsidian. Unmoving. “Leave me alone.” he muttered.
A sharp wave of pain shot through his head. His claws dug into the ceramic sink leaving deep claw marks. He bowed his head, eyes screwing shut. His breath picked up, heavy and panicked. He could feel the scales on his skin, the base where his horns met his head, how his hands were clawed instead of smooth, the way his tail was swaying across the tile floor. He hated it. He hated it.
He looked back into the mirror. He looked at himself. He looked horrible. Why couldn’t he be normal again. Why couldn’t he be human again? He shouldn’t have joined. Maybe then he would still just be a normal player with normal skin and hair, Someone who could wear normal clothes. Someone who wouldn’t be feared but ignored. Just someone in the background. He wants to go back to being the person he was before that stupid bugged portal. No horns or tail. No awkward wings that got in the way. He wanted to go home. He wanted to not look like a monster. He hated this. It's all wrong. All so wrong.
He raised his hand, fist meeting the glass of the mirror. It shattered into pieces that fell to the floor. Blood ran down his hand as his chest heaved. Body shaking.
He took one last look at the broken mirror before leaving.