Anton stood before a mirror in his chamber, adjusting his collar. It always felt like a noose around his neck. He knew he looked good, but he wished dress clothes could be more functional. He pulled and tugged until it felt minimally better, and figured that was as good as it would get. It was only then he realized his reflection was not the only one in the mirror. Startled by the intrusion, he turned to confront the stranger. “Are you lost?” he asked somewhat forcefully, taking a step forward. “You seem to have found my chambers, which are most certainly not yours.”









