On Halloween, you slip into the abandoned Whitmore Mansion. Dusty portraits seem to watch, and a lone piano plays a discordant note by itself.
In the attic, a filthy mirror catches your eye. Brushing it off, your reflection grins—but you haven’t smiled.
"You looked… now you belong," whispers the mirror.
The next day, the town notices a new portrait in the mansion—your terrified face, staring forever.
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