“ I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins.” from “Poison”   First Guild Day of Decadre, 126 HR Sarin paused as he passed the mirror in the living room of the family quarters. At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The room was quiet, the light dim and the mirror, an old heirloom from his homeland of Iironda, looked the same as always: a carved frame of dark wood, its edges worn smooth from years of use. And yet, something felt strange. Something didn't fit ... Sarin raised his hand. His reflection hesitated. Not for long, not even for a blink of an eye. It was just a tiny break in the movement, so fleeting that he almost missed it. As if the mirror had hesitated to follow him ... Sarin lowered his hand. The reflection did the same, simultaneously this time. He frowned and stepped closer, leaning forward a little to examine the mirror glass more closely. The surface was smooth and cool. His breath d...