The Gunslingers Bdmv -

Eli should have turned it off. He didn’t.

The disc tray ejected itself. The silver surface of The Gunslingers BDMV was no longer a mirror. It showed his room, his desk, his trembling hands—and the figure standing in his doorway. Duster coat. Hat low. Obsidian eyes. the gunslingers bdmv

Eli looked back at the screen. The movie was still playing, frozen on that final frame of the scratched-out boy. But the image was changing. Slowly, the scratches were healing. The boy’s face was reappearing. Eli should have turned it off