Chapter One
The Reflection Does Not Forget
There was nothing remarkable in the apartment… except the silence.
That heavy silence that presses on your chest and makes you hear even the beat of your own heart.
The window was slightly open, and the cold air passed through faded gray curtains, moving them lifelessly.
– "Noor!"
Her mother's voice came from the next room, weak, but familiar.
She answered calmly:
– "I'm here, Mom…"
She got up from the bed, her brown hair falling over her shoulders, her dark chocolate-colored eyes searching for something she didn't know.
Everything in her life was a dull repetition: the same route to university, the same faces, the same heavy feeling in her chest every morning.
But today… there was something strange in the air.
While tidying the abandoned room at the end of the hallway, a room that hadn't been opened in over ten years, she saw a key lying beside the door.
Who had put it there? She hadn't seen this key in a very long time.
She stood in front of the door, her hand trembling as it touched the handle, her heart pounding.
She opened the door slowly, and the creak of the old wood echoed as if it were screaming in pain.
The room was dark, filled with dust and old covers.
But in the corner, something strange… a tall mirror covered with a torn gray cloth.
She approached and lifted the cover.
A moment of silence… then a gasp.
She saw herself, yes… but she was not alone.
In the background, in the right corner of the reflection, a man stood.
A stranger, tall, with black hair, his face unclear… only his gray eyes shone clearly.
He was not in the room itself, only in the mirror.
She stepped back, gasping.
She closed the room quickly and returned the key to its place… but she felt something strange begin inside her, as if a part of her soul had broken.
That night, she couldn't sleep.
At exactly 3:07 a.m., her eyes snapped open.
She went to the kitchen to drink some water, and suddenly… she saw a reflection in a small mirror near the fridge.
The same gray eyes.
The same wicked smile.
A chill ran through her body, as if everything in her world had become unreal.
She stepped back slowly, but she felt that something—or someone—was watching her… something that knew her better than she knew herself.
– "Who's there?" she whispered, her voice choking with fear.
No answer, only silence… then a faint movement in the corner, as if the whole world had become a distorted reflection of what she once knew.
Noor realized one thing: this night was only the beginning…
Something dark was starting to creep into her life, something that could not be ignored.