When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself. I see something else... Someone else. It’s not me. It’s never been me. I don’t have glowing eyes, or blood red skin. When I look in the mirror, that’s what I see. I don’t see my brown hair, I see no hair, but instead horns. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see my surroundings. I see the reflection standing in a pool of fire. Is this me? Am I what is...