Blood-Written Rule: Don't let it know you're looking at it ### Chapter 1 [] First line of blood-written words At 1:17 AM, I stared at the bathroom mirror, my finger hovering in mid-air. On the mirror, a line of dark red writing hung diagonally, like dried blood. "At 3 AM, don't look in the mirror." The words were written with a finger, the edges slightly blurred. I leaned closer and smelled it; there was no smell. The steam had long since dissipated, and the mirror was cold. The apartment I rented was in an old neighborhood in the west of the city, on the sixth floor, a one-bedroom apartment with a small bathroom where it was difficult to even turn around. I just moved in last week because it was cheap and a short walk from the subway to my company.
