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Kieran scrambled backwards like a frightened animal as his dry eyes adjusted to the moonlit bathroom. Sure enough, the figure was also present outside of the mirror.
“What…what do you want?” He tried to sound threatening, but his voice was shaky.
The figure did not move nor say a word.
The more Kieran focused, the clearer who this was supposed to be was: that beanie, that jinbei…
It was Kayla.
His blood turned icy as anger surged him. He grabbed a spare razorblade from the shower and held it out. He swung with a yell, but “she” had already vanished.