The Shadow’s Demand
A woman is brushing her hair in front of her vanity when she notices her reflection isn’t moving with her. Startled, she freezes, and the reflection speaks, “You’re using my life. It’s time to trade places.”
Terrified, the woman smashes the mirror. But the voice echoes from every shard: That wasn’t very polite. Now, you’ll live in pieces, too.
From that night on, she avoided her reflection—until it found her again.