It's not even male!

You spin around and search the wall behind you, then try to pull the mirror off of the wall. This has got to be a joke. It doesn't budge.

After a minute of playing the mirror game, waving your hands and jumping up and down like an idiot, you decide this is not a joke.

"What happened to me last night?" you ask pleadingly to no one at all. That's not your voice! You're not sure what you expected, but hearing it freaked you out.