Disqualified in the Mirror: Rebirth

On the seventh day after moving into my new apartment, I discovered that the person in the mirror was no longer me. He had the same appearance and body shape as me, but he had an indifferent look in his eyes that didn't belong to me. When I raised my hand, he tilted his head; when I stepped back, he came closer. He leaned against the mirror and silently repeated two words to me: Disqualified. Some people say that the mirror is the door to another self. What I met was the version of myself behind the door that was no longer worthy of being a human being. It's spying on me, imitating me, cannibalizing me. When I am completely lost, it will step out of the mirror and live for me. From now on, there is no me in the world, only the person in the mirror.