Those ones with the fangs? Sucking the air out of the room, blabbing on about their route to greatness. Dangling the idea of replacing your parents, guiding you to your best version of self. Those ones sucking the light out of your eyes. In a mirror every other moment practicing their gaze to hone you into only giving them your attention. Such whores, and jealous of any other as bright, as sharp. I don't really recommend you ever try to meet those mentors.
No I was joking mentor, can you still teach me? Cringe...