Chapter Six: Why You
Gibson
Gibson's strength faded.
Not physically.
Something deeper.
Like parts of him were being… peeled away.
"Why me?" he whispered weakly.
"Why can I see this?"
For the first time—
The presence didn't feel distant.
It felt close.
Right beside him.
"Because you looked."
"That's not an answer," Gibson said, his voice cracking.
A pause.
Then—
The truth.
"Others glance."
"Others ignore."
"Others forget."
A beat.
"But you…"
The darkness seemed to lean closer.
"You noticed the gap."
Gibson's breath caught.
"What gap?"
And then—
It showed him.
Not a vision this time.
Not a trick.
A memory.
A moment he had forgotten.
Something small.
Insignificant.
A night.
A quiet room.
A mirror.
And for just one second—
His reflection…
Didn't move.
Gibson's eyes widened in horror.
"No…"
"Yes."
The voice softened.
Almost… pleased.
"That was the first time you saw beyond what the eyes could see