Mirror to the soul

Unlike Ranveer, Stuti was not engulfed by the shadows hidden in the mirror. She held her ground and broke free from the mirror’s hold.

There was a mirror unlike any other in a dim, musty antique store. It was an ancient, worn-out object with an ornate wooden frame decorated with odd symbols. It was impossible to properly see one's reflection in the mirror due to the cloudiness of the glass. The strange thing about the mirror was how it seemed to emit a malevolent energy that sent shivers down the spines of everyone who dared to approach it.