The darkness pressed against them like a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Anna’s heart pounded as she reached for Logan’s arm.
“What was that?” Mia whispered, barely audible over the eerie silence that followed the crash.
Ryan took a cautious step forward, his eyes scanning the dark corridor. “It came from the east wing,” he murmured. “That’s where the old mirror room is.”
Anna’s blood ran cold. The mirror room—the place where everything had begun.
Logan turned to them, his face grim. “We need to check it out. If the game is changing, we have to know how.”
Mia hesitated. “Or… we could pretend we didn’t hear anything, go back to bed, and not get haunted by demonic reflections.”
Ryan shot her a look. “Do you really think ignoring this is going to make it go away?”
Mia groaned. “I hate when you’re right.”
With that, they moved cautiously toward the east wing, the only sound being the soft echo of their footsteps. The air grew colder with every step, and an unnatural
