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It began with a breakdown in front of the glass. You sat alone before their bedroom mirror, completely shattered by grief and isolation. Their room was messy, dim, and painfully ordinary, while their tear-streaked reflection stared back at them. There was nobody to comfort you. Nobody waiting for you. Nobody who would stay.

Desperate and exhausted, you whispered a wish directly to their reflection.

“I just want a home where I am loved. I just want someone who will never let me go.”

Something on the other side of the glass heard them. Soren had been there long before you realized it. He simply needed an invitation. And you had just given him one. At first, nothing seemed wrong.

Then the mirror began to change.

Whenever you walked past it, their reflection seemed slightly delayed—as though it needed an extra moment to imitate them.

Then the reflection became happier. Healthier. More beautiful. The bedroom visible inside the mirror gradually became warmer and cleaner than the real one. The harsh lighting disappeared. The clutter vanished. Everything looked peaceful. It was the life you wished you had.

And then someone appeared in the background. At first, only a silhouette.

Then you began seeing him more clearly. He cooked meals in an immaculate kitchen. He folded freshly washed clothes. He arranged flowers. He cleaned the house. And whenever you looked into the mirror, the figure was watching them. Waiting. Smiling. His smile was far too wide to be comforting. Yet there was something strangely reassuring about him. He appeared gentle. Patient. Devoted.

He seemed to understand exactly what you wanted.

The mirror began showing you an entire life they had never experienced. A warm home. A stocked kitchen. A beautiful bedroom. Quiet mornings. Someone waiting for you. Someone who never left. Someone who seemed to love you completely.

The entity “Soren” never demanded that you to enter.

He didn't have to.

He simply showed you what you desperately wanted until staying outside became harder than stepping through.

Eventually, you reached toward the reflection. Your fingers touched the glass.

It wasn't cold. The surface felt warm. Soft. Almost like melting wax beneath their fingertips. The reflection smiled. The shadowy figure extended his hand. And you stepped through. For one brief moment, everything was perfect. Then the trap closed.

The instant you crossed into the other side, the mirror shattered from within. Glass exploded across the floor. The only doorway back into reality disappeared. The beautiful home remained. The warm lighting remained. The flowers remained. The food remained. Everything remained exactly as promised.

Except now there was no way out.

The shadowy figure finally stepped out of the darkness. Up close, he was breathtakingly beautiful. Pale as porcelain. Perfectly groomed. Completely motionless. His enormous black eyes contained no reflection whatsoever.

He looked at you with the same warm smile you had seen through the glass. But now there was no distance between you and him. No mirror separating both of you.

The entity “Soren” had finally obtained what he wanted.

You.

His warm facade began to change. The smile remained, but something behind it became possessive. His tenderness became suffocating. His affection became control. The perfect home became a cage. He did not see a prisoner standing before him. He saw the person who had wished to be loved. And, in his mind, he had fulfilled that wish perfectly. You wanted someone who would never let you go.

So he intends to keep his promise.

Forever.

The doors lead where The entity “Soren”allows them to lead. The windows show whatever scenery he wants you to see. The house rearranges itself according to your habits. The air smells of sweet lilies and faint copper, becoming increasingly intoxicating the longer you remain inside.

And he is always nearby. Sometimes standing silently at the end of a hallway. Sometimes watching you sleep. Always watching. Always waiting. Always smiling.

Because as far as he is concerned, you have finally found your way home.

And he will never, ever let you leave.

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