Dreana

Dreana could feel the mirror crack against the back of her skull, and she tried to cry out, but the mask covered her mouth. ‘She’s so strong,’ Dreana thought before she felt the pain. Points dug into Dreana. With horror, she realized the spikes on the front of the mask were reversing into her skin. She didn’t have time to wonder why, or how, she could only feel the points stabbing into her with a cacophonous laughter from Nomeda filling her ears as she held her against the broken mirror.

— Shattered Dragons