He was in his cell, waiting to be executed, and he asked, as a last request, for something no one expected.
Not a priest. Not a final meal. Not even a message to be sent to the world he was about to leave behind.
He asked for a mirror.
The guard standing outside the iron bars thought he had misheard him.
“A mirror?” the man repeated, frowning. “That’s what you want?”
The prisoner nodded slowly. His hands were steady, resting on his knees as he sat on the narrow cot bolted to the wall. There was no tremor in his voice, no crack of desperation. If anything, he sounded… relieved.
“Yes,” he said. “Just a small one. Big enough to see my face.”
The guard hesitated. In all his years working in the prison, he had seen many last requests. Some were tragic, some pathetic, some absurd. But this—this was different. It carried a strange kind of weight, as if the request itself meant more than it appeared.
“I’ll ask,” the guard said at last. “No promises.”
The prisoner inclined his head. “Thank you.”
His name was Elias Varek, though the newspapers had long since reduced him to something else: The Hollow Man.
A name born from the stories surrounding him—stories of emotionless crimes, of calculated brutality, of a man who, according to witnesses, seemed to feel nothing at all.
No anger. No remorse. No fear.
The trial had been swift. The evidence overwhelming. The sentence inevitable.
Death.
And yet now, in the final hours before that sentence would be carried out, Elias Varek wanted only to look at himself.
The mirror arrived just before dawn.
It was small, rectangular, its edges framed in dull metal. The guard passed it through the slot in the cell door without a word.
Elias took it carefully, almost reverently, as though it were something fragile beyond its physical form.
“Is there anything else?” the guard asked.
Elias shook his head. “No. This is enough.”
The guard lingered for a moment, curiosity gnawing at him.
“Why?” he asked finally. “Why a mirror?”
Elias did not answer immediately. He turned the mirror over in his hands, studying its surface before lifting it slowly toward his face.
“You ever forget what you look like?” Elias asked quietly.
The guard blinked. “No.”
Elias gave a faint, almost amused smile.
“I did.”
For a long time, he simply stared.
