Anna’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at the figure in front of her—her own reflection, moving on its own.
Her instinct screamed at her to run. But something about the reflection’s expression stopped her. It didn’t lunge, didn’t attack. It just smiled—a knowing, eerie grin.
“Who… what are you?” Anna whispered, her throat dry.
The reflection tilted its head, as if amused. “I’m you.”
“No,” Anna took a step back. “You’re not.”
The reflection sighed, as if disappointed. “I was hoping you’d be smarter than that, Anna.”
Anna clenched her fists. “Stay away from me.”
The reflection’s smile didn’t waver. “I don’t want to hurt you,” it said, voice unnervingly calm. “I want to help you.”
Anna frowned. “Help me?”
It nodded. “You’re fighting something you don’t understand. The Reflection Game wasn’t a test—it was a doorway. You opened it. And now, there’s no closing it.”
Anna swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”
“You think the game is over. It’s not,” the reflection
