Carlos, like most of his family, was given a gift, yet it seemed to be seen as a curse, by most everyone, and even himself.
He could never understand why out of everything, out of any power he could have been given – it had to be one that caused so much pain.
He had been given the power to shift, to change into someone else. Not into who he wants to be, but to the faces that clung to the people around him.
The faces of the dead.
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Shattered Mirrors ⇁ Carlos Madrigal
Fanfiction[ Carlos Madrigal x Reader ] "What exactly are you?" "Hmm, I could tell you, but what's the fun in that?" In which, Carlos stumbles upon a strange adventure. That all started with the glowing figure in his mirror.
