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...