'This mirror …'
It wasn't just dangerous. It was malicious.
Items like this were classified as cursed objects, things that didn't just harm but manipulated, twisted perception, and devoured lives without leaving a trace.
It had already destroyed Vicky's family. Three lives.
And now... It was likely going to claim Vicky as well.
A deep unease settled in her chest. 'It won't stop… not until every last victim is gone.'
Otherwise, why would fate, or something worse, pull the brothers back to that house?
Why would his brother insist on bringing that mirror back?
Nothing about this felt like coincidence.
Lana looked at Vicky, her voice firm. "I'll reopen your case. I'll get you out of here."
But Vicky slowly shook his head. "It's useless," he murmured.
His voice was empty. "I don't want to live anymore. There's no one left for me."
His lips curved into a faint, broken smile. "As long as that mirror is destroyed… I'll be satisfied."
