Chapter 137: The cat was alone

There was a person in the mirror.

He wore a tight white shirt and a black vest, accompanied by a tie and black pants. His slender yet humble figure, added to the neat clothing and the tray in his hands screamed that he was some sort of a servant on duty. 

His face was also reflected in the mirror. A young man in his early twenties. Pale skin, thin face, navy blue hair, and sapphire-like eyes. His hair was cut in a messy way, giving his almost flawless appearance a tiny downgrade, yet he looked good enough to be called a handsome young man. 

That's what he thought while looking at the picture in the mirror. That was his conclusion. 

But the question was, who was that young boy?

The person in the mirror stepped forward. No, it was him who walked towards the mirror. Him? Was this person him? Which one? The one in the mirror or the one walking to the mirror? Weren't they both the same? 

"Ian? What are you doing there?"