Seven: Mirror
Characters: Mr. L

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his hands braced against the countertop. His hair was wet with sweat, and he wasn't wearing his mask. He was breathing heavily, staring at his own reflection with an unwavering gaze.

Mind racing, he couldn't think clearly. His thoughts were getting all jumbled up in a messy tangle, filling him with confusion and rage.

Slowly, he lifted the black facial mask clutched in his hand up and over his eyes. That eased his feelings for a moment, but it all came back as soon as he took it off again.

Looking back at him was a familiar stranger. He felt that the sight was familiar, but didn't know why. Him with his mask on wasn't so familiar, but felt more comfortable. Why couldn't he remember anything past a few weeks ago? Where the hell did he come from?

And the heroes…It seemed as if he'd seen them before, somewhere…That he could trust them…But that ridiculous, because the only person he could trust was Count Bleck.

Staring at himself with heavy silence, evanescent flickers of memory flitted through his mind. He remembered something about Count Bleck and Nastasia looming over him…a wedding…the hero in red…the dungeon, and Dimentio…a name…Luigi?

Who was Luigi?

He was Luigi?

NO! He was Mr. L! HE WAS MR. L, AND NOTHING COULD TELL HIM OTHERWISE!

With a furious screech, he slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it and cutting his knuckles. His blood dripped quietly onto the floor while he slowly calmed down. Once his breathing had become even, he pushed all thoughts of his past out of his head and went to find Nastasia, for both first-aid and reassurance…