Then the reflection spoke: “But you will be. Because Asur isn’t a creature, Shubhankar. It’s a choice you keep making.”
That was when the visions started.
The sculptor smiled. He pointed at Shubhankar’s reflection in a puddle. The reflection smiled back—too wide, too slow.
The drawing ends with Shubhankar’s human hand reaching for his service revolver… and his ashen demon hand holding it steady.