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 🕯️ The Rainfall Room – The rain was still tapping on the window, a soft ticking like a clock counting down to something unknown. Room Eleven had fallen into a strange silence, and Arav could feel the weight of that quiet pressing against his chest. He had tried to sleep after the voice faded below the floorboards, but the whisper still lingered in his mind:"Arav... you remember, don't you?" No. He didn’t. But now, he wanted to. The hallway outside was dim. The single lightbulb flickered with a life of its own, swinging slightly as if moved by a breathless presence. Arav stepped out of his room. Behind him, the door to Room Eleven closed without a sound. He didn’t look back. The hallway stretched on, longer than he remembered. At the far end, a tall mirror leaned against the wall—framed in dark wood, old enough to have seen more than just reflections. Dust covered it like a shroud. Arav had passed it the first day, barely noticing it. But now, the mirror was glowing fain...

 Rainfall Room – The rain hadn’t stopped. Not even for a second. It clawed at the windows of the lodge like restless fingers trying to get in. The lodge—silent, still, and yet breathing—watched Arav like a trapped memory refusing to stay buried. The journal he found in Room Eleven still lay open on the bed, soaked slightly from his wet fingertips. The words were half-faded, some crossed out, others rewritten over and over again: “He returns when it rains.” Arav stood now, staring at the large mirror above the old wooden dresser. It was cracked at one corner, and if one looked long enough, it seemed the cracks moved ever so slightly, like veins pulsing in living skin. He didn’t remember this mirror. Not from childhood. Not from any visit. But it remembered him. He leaned forward. The air changed. The room grew colder, not from the rain outside, but from something that had crept in. 1: The Mirror's Game His breath fogged the glass. In that thin mist, a second reflection appeared besi...