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He stared at the reflection.
Not at the face—
At the feeling.
That quiet disconnect.
That subtle wrongness.
Something was missing.
No—
Something wasn't locking in.
His breathing slowed.
Forced.
Controlled.
"Think," he whispered.
The word felt heavier than it should.
Like it had to travel through something before reaching him.
He focused.
Not on the mirror.
On himself.
Who am I?
The question surfaced naturally—
And yet—
It didn't feel like it belonged to him.
For a moment—
Nothing answered.
Just silence.
Empty.
Waiting.
Then—
A name rose.
Slowly.
Like it was being retrieved… from somewhere distant.
Ethan…
A pause.
Too long.
Vale.
His fingers twitched.
The moment the name settled—
Something clicked.
Not comfort.
Not recognition.
Alignment.
Like a system confirming input.
Ethan's expression tightened.
"…Ethan Vale."
He said it out loud.
Testing it.
The sound echoed faintly in his head.
Once.
Then—
Again.
Slightly delayed.
Like a second voice was repeating it after him.
Verifying.
His chest tightened.
Why did it feel like he didn't remember it—
Until just now?
His gaze snapped back to the reflection.
The face hadn't changed.
Still neutral.
Still forgettable.
Still—
Wrong.
"…that's me."
The words came out quieter.
Less certain.
He tried to hold onto the name.
Anchor it.
Repeat it.
Ethan Vale.
Ethan Vale.
Ethan—
For a split second—
The name felt unfamiliar.
Like it belonged to someone else.
Then—
The feeling vanished.
Clean.
Precise.
Corrected.
Ethan inhaled sharply.
No.
No, that's not—
That's not normal.
His hand lifted slightly.
Hesitated.
"…was that always my name?"
The question lingered.
Unanswered.
Behind him—
The world continued perfectly.
Unaffected.
Unaware.
And in the reflection—
The boy with the forgettable face stared back at him.
As if waiting—
For him to accept it.