“Don’t look into that mirror. It won’t show your face, but the way you’ll die most horribly.”
When Su Wan, a specialist in sorting through the belongings of the dead, and Lin Mo entered the “Black Pine Forest Murder House,” they thought it would be just another battle with dust and rot.
That was until they pried open the basement’s three rusted locks.
At the edge of the abyss stood a full-length mirror, its surface gleaming like new.
In it, Su Wan saw her sister, drowned ten years ago, pounding on the glass and crying, “Help me, Sis!”
Lin Mo scoffed that the mold was making them hallucinate, but then he caught sight of himself in the mirror, hanging from a beam, the sound of his neck snapping painfully clear.
“Smash this thing!” The instant the hammer struck the glass,
all the images of grisly deaths turned their heads at once.
The drowned, the hanged, the burned...
Countless faces stretched their mouths into smiles, perfectly mimicking the terror bursting from the pair’s eyes,
and wore a chillingly synchronized grin.
The mirror shattered with a crash.
The abyss opened its eyes.
Only then did they understand: what the chains had sealed away was not a mirror,
but a parasitic shadow that fed on fear and wielded imitation as a blade.
When the dead begin to learn your expressions,
how can you prove that the one standing outside the mirror... is still human?
