He Came From The Mirror

April 26, 2018, 22:45 p.m.

Finland, Porvoo Islands, South Island Lighthouse.

Two dozen uniformed soldiers were stationed around the lighthouse, and several houses not far from the lighthouse were darkened and didn’t seem to be active.

In this rocky island surrounded by the sea, only a few windows on the second floor of the lighthouse showed dark yellow lights, proving that the people in the lighthouse were still busy.

An unnamed gray white seabird, attracted by the light, fluttered in the night sky and silently landed on the corner of a windowsill on the west side of the lighthouse.

However, before it could stop, its beady black eyes snapped shut, and the seabird’s wings spread fully, arching its back with an ear-splitting chirp.

“Niko–!”

“Niko- Niko-!”

As if sensing some unknown threat inside the tower, the seabird left several deep scratches on the edge of the window with its sharp claws and flew back up into the sky with exploding feathers.
With a shrill chirp, it stretched its wings in the night sky and flew away from the silent island.

On the second floor of the lighthouse, someone moved away from the window and toward a certain officer sitting in a corner of the room.

“Sir, it’s a bird.” He bent slightly and whispered, “No danger.”

The officer, who looked about forty years old, nodded at his words, his hawk-like eyes still unblinkingly looking at the simple operating table in the middle of the room, surrounded by half a dozen white coats.

At this moment, a tall white man was lying on the operating table, his body was covered with a dark restraint suit, eyes tightly closed, he seemed to be still in a deep sleep.

Several doctors had taped wires and films all over his head and body, and there were several instruments of unknown purpose beside the bed, some of the doctors were busy recording data, others were gathered around the “patient’s” head, trying to remove a strange crystal embedded in his throat.

Through the crowd, the middle-aged officer could see the fist-sized bulge on the “patient’s” neck, the icy blue “stone” buried in his throat.
It was a large part of his skin deeply rooted in the bottom, only about a centimeter was still exposed in the air, and with the “patient’s” breathing rate, it slowly fluttered up and down.

The middle-aged officer looked at it intently for several minutes until one of the white coats approached him and handed him a pile of papers, “Officer Yagyi, this is the examination report of Tower Keeper Tep Kroger.
And this one, based on the preliminary lab report of the blue crystal, we have reason to believe that the crystal on Tep’s neck is indeed from the one that fell six days ago, a fragment of NWA 1125.”

Yagyi took the docu