Evelyn's breath trembled in the pitch-black void.She couldn't see her hands.Couldn't see the floor.Couldn't even tell if she was still standing on solid ground or if the train had swallowed her whole.
But she could hear them.
A soft scrape.A slow inhale.A wet, delicate crack of bone shifting.
The two monsters wearing her face moved in the dark with perfect confidence—as if they didn't need eyes.
A cold whisper brushed against her ear:
"You shouldn't have looked into the mirror."
Evelyn flinched and spun, but her fingers touched only freezing air.
Another whisper came from behind her:
"Now the mirror looks into you."
Her heart thundered so loud it felt like it was shaking her ribs apart.She backed up blindly, hands out, searching for a wall—but the darkness stretched.Endless.Breathing.
Then—a faint glow.
A thin white line appeared in the dark, like a crack in reality.It hovered above the floor, shimmering.Growing.
No, not a crack.
An eye.
Wide.Unblinking.Pure white.
The mirror-born Evelyn stepped forward, her fog-like body partially visible as she moved through the dim light. The glow in her own empty eyes matched the floating one perfectly.
Evelyn's voice shook."What… is that?"
The mirror creature smiled.
"Your truth."
A second eye opened beside the first.Then a third.Then dozens.
All across the darkness.
Each one staring at her.
Evelyn stumbled backward, choking on her own breath as the eyes tracked her every step. Some blinked. Some wept white tears. Some darted frantically like trapped animals. Others didn't move at all.
The shadow-Evelyn slithered toward her, its cracked skin glowing faintly from the reflection of all those eyes.
"You're afraid they'll see everything." it rasped.
The mirror-Evelyn added:
"And they do."
Evelyn's back hit something solid.
A wall.
Finally.
But when she touched it, the surface wasn't metal—it was warm.Pulsing.
The Heart's voice rumbled through the darkness:
"You cannot hide from eyes that were born from you."
The wall split open behind her.A seam of red, trembling like a wound.Her fingers sank in—soft, wet, alive.
She yanked her hand back, gagging.
The creatures moved closer.
The eyes brightened.
And for the first time, Evelyn realized the truth:
The darkness wasn't just alive.It was watching her.Every part of her.
Her fear.Her memories.Her secrets.Her regrets.Her desires.
All of it—laid bare to the eyes floating in the void.
The mirror creature lifted a hand toward her, palm open.
"Come. If you won't walk into your truth…"
The shadow creature finished, its jaw splitting too wide:
"…your truth will swallow you first."
The wall behind her pulsed again—and the seam opened wider.
A door.
A throat.
She didn't know.
She only knew one thing:
She had no choice but to move.