A voice said to him, "Don't look back."
Who was it?
In the dim bathroom, shards of mirror covered the floor. A pale hand reached out to him from a black hole in the wall.
The voice sounded beside his ear again. "Come with me... Don't look back..."
[Horror. The plot hasn't been finalized, and the blurb will be revised later.]
Theme: I love my life, and I love my death
