Chen An has been delivering food for a year and never thought he would receive such an order.
Twenty kilometers away, the delivery fee is 100 yuan. The pick-up point is a store that only sells mirrors. There is only an old woman in the store with eyes that look like she is looking at prey.
The delivery address was a non-existent glass factory on the outskirts of the city.
At that moment, Chen An realized that some takeaways were not meant for the human world.
He is drawn into a world hidden beneath the mirror. The mirror not only reflects people, but also traps, eats and replaces them. Some people make wishes in front of the mirror and lose face; some people have been singing operas by the river for thirty-seven years, specializing in stealing the shadows of passers-by; and some people sign a blood contract and mortgage their lives to the thing talking in the mirror. Chen An himself seemed to be being pushed towards an answer.
Something in him was waking up.
"Who are you?"
Chen An doesn't know either.
This is a story about mirrors. Behind every mirror, there is something looking at you.
