You follow the whisper through a long corridor until you reach a room filled with antique mirrors. One mirror reflects your image—but it begins to move on its own, smiling in a way you do not. The air grows colder, and your breath becomes visible in faint clouds. A shadow emerges behind you, stretching across the floor and walls.
The whisper grows louder, almost a voice now, urging you to face the unknown. You feel your heart race and your hands tremble. Do you confront the shadow bravely or flee toward the exit?