The world was silent. Emma found a dusty mirror in the attic. She saw herself… but smiling.

The smile grew darker, whispering her name. She screamed. The mirror cracked. Shadows spilled out, forming a figure wearing her face. “Finally… free,” it hissed. Emma ran, but everywhere she looked, her reflection followed, grinning. The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her: her own eyes staring back, alive.