Ah, well...there was a traveling market in town a few weeks ago. They were selling rare antiques! I wasn't going to buy anything, but then that mirror...it just stood out to me!

[A lot of Karamatsu's concern in his tone is replaced by his usual brand of painful monologue as he waxes poetic about this mirror he bought, which was very likely just a cheap thing that someone fooled him into thinking was worth more than it was.]

The man I bought it from told me that its reflection would never fail to show my true, perfect image~