Kaijin stepped out of the shower, the soothing warmth lingering on his skin as steam enveloped the room. The mirror and walls were fogged, cloaking everything in a blurry haze. Grabbing a towel, he briskly dried his body, letting the comfort of the moment distract him. As his hand moved to the bathroom door, the silence was shattered.
"Go to the mirror… mirror… MIRROR!"
The voice boomed in his ear, sharp and insistent. Kaijin froze, his heart skipping a beat. His green eyes darted toward the mirror, but he hesitated. The voice had a weight, a strange pull, and despite his better judgment, he turned back.
Moving slowly, he wiped his palm across the fogged mirror. With each swipe, his reflection grew clearer, but something wasn't right.
And then, he saw it.
A figure loomed behind him. Faint at first, it grew more distinct—a pale silhouette dressed in antiquated garb. Its eyes, hollow and piercing, locked onto his.
