Anna felt her heart freeze as she stood still, looking impassive as a statue and she shook her head, not willing to let her mind believe that she was seeing someone who had a striking resemblance to her.
"It's you!" Her voice came out as a whisper, as though the air in her lungs had been sucked out, rendering her mute, but the lady just chuckled lightly at her ghastly demeanor before taking a step towards the frozen Anna.
"Isn't it weird to be afraid of your own reflection?" Asked the lady whose face beamed innocently, a complete contrast to the cold expression she saw in her dream the other day and she didn't know which facial demeanor to believe.
"Who are you?"
"That's too easy," she waved it off, "you still have time, figure it out before your death day."
