Akira's heart pounded as the shadow stepped out of the mirror, its eyes cold and dead. "Your reflections are mine," it whispered, voice echoing in Akira's mind.
Akira backed away, hand on his gun. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The shadow chuckled, its form shifting – into Akira's own reflection . "I'm you... from a broken mirror."
Akira's eyes widened as the mirror-Akira stepped forward, trapping him in a labyrinth of reflections...