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"We just ate, V," Eddie muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Two bags of frozen tots and a whole chicken. Give it a rest."

A slick, oily black tendril rose from Eddie’s shoulder, unfurling like a cobra. It didn't have eyes yet, just a pulsing, iridescent surface that caught the flickering light of the neon sign outside. It swayed, sensing the vibration of a siren three blocks over.

He was staring at his reflection in a cracked mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself.