You look in the mirror, chin up, a smirk slapped onto your face. You are so great, so perfect. No one can stop you. No one can stop ... You. The man in the mirror, however, can be stopped. His smile is slightly off, slightly broken. You pump your chest and flex your arms. He stares at the red lines that litter his skin. Your hand raises in triumph. His, trembles and falls. His eyes wander, frantically. Searching. Why is he searching? What is he searching for? You scream at the man, his weakness, disgraceful. He ignores you. Your voice raises. But still, no response. You begin to attack, to control him. He shatters. And so do you.