It was a Sunday morning, after a typical Saturday night, following a typical Friday night. Ed was in the bathroom of his small apartment. After several days, it was time for a shave. There was barely any shaving cream left, but enough he figured after shaking the shaving cream canister. There was the same, old razor. His eyes were bloodshot. He rubbed his stubble of a beard, avoiding the cigarette butt hanging from his barely-closed lips. The beer bottle on the counter was half-empty or half-full, depending on how pessimistic or optimistic he felt. He looked in the mirror, expecting to see a lined face, the stubble, the red eyes, the butt… However…
– – What the Hell…

In the mirror, with a crack running diagonally through it, Ed saw the face of a Minotaur, one of the most horrible creatures there is, if not the most horrible. What could be worse, a Minotaur…
– – Huh?….What the F—.

The explanation of this phenomenon is too lengthy and complicated to get into, but, in a labyrinth at the same moment, a Minotaur looked in a mirror, expecting to see its gruesome, loathsome face reflected back…
– – What the Hell…

Yes, oddly and incredibly, there was the face of Ed staring back at the creature. It was one of the most horrible experiences the Minotaur had ever had, if not the most horrible…