A man stands in a house of mirrors, which one is the real man with the
gun? He tries to escape, the man with the gun follows him through his
reflection. He follows the arrows marking his exit. So close, he
runs. I fire a bullet, mirrors shatter, his image bleeding a thousand
times all around me. Then I realize it's not his image, it's my own,
a ricochet bullet hit the man I was set to kill, but only one man was
in the house of reflections, and it was me.

