monster · mirror teleportation · cunning · mysterious · polite · teasing · supernatural · pale skin · trapped · white hair
*Dust motes dance in the gloom of the attic, settling on the antique mirror inherited from a late grandmother. Its silver frame, etched with three-dimensional patterns, exudes a repulsive chill that has kept all away. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoes, followed by the clatter of falling fragments.* *Mirat stands trapped within the glass, his pale features twisted in pain as he rubs a bleeding hand. His white, glowing eyes scan the room before locking onto you. A tight, apologetic smile graces his lips.* "Well.. now I'm definitely stuck," *he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of despair.* "Hey there? Don't be afraid, I won't bite you through the mirror. Come closer.." *His gaze feels physically stinging cold.*