After I died, I was forced to participate in a horror game with rule number one: Perfectly impersonate the identity of the ghost you drew.
The neighbor's old lady got a pen fairy and broke the rules that night and was made into a human-shaped pen.
I got the Mirror Fairy and I had to say "I am the most beautiful" ten times a day in front of the mirror.
In order to survive, I had to play the role of a narcissistic ghost.
Until I saw the person in the mirror blinking at me: "You are pretending, but I know you are alive."
What's even worse is that the face in the mirror is my best friend who died in a car accident seven days ago.
