I lied Yoohyeon on the floor as she fell asleep, curling into a ball by hugging her knees, her eyes puffy from crying.

My legs move around aimlessly as I look around the room, the same room Handong lead me to from the dark hallways. I remember that she asked me about what I see outside the window.

When I say it was dawn, I knew something was wrong just by reading her confused expression.

I walked to the window. I startled when the door knocks before it opens. Namjoon walked in and saw Yoohyeon on the floor, shaking his head at how awful her condition is. He got down and carried her bridal-style.

He exits the room, leaving me alone as he closes the door.

Then the feeling of being watched came again. I turned my head around to a rectangular mirror in a dusty black frame. The mirror was facing me but...

There's no reflection of me.

I pick it up and examine it closely. The mirror was drawing me to it, automatically became invisible physically without my consent.

Then I finally step through another wall, out from the doll room, to the basement.

Where Hoseok warned me before.

"You shouldn't be here."

***

As the town people threw the dead into a deep abyss, the old lady shove a shovel towards the lad. The lad hesitantly retrieved the shovel, his eyes have yet to pull away from his dead lover's eyes.

He could hear her despite of how deep the abyss is. Her whispers that used to be his lullaby during the night.

Don't leave me.
Don't go.
Don't bury me.
I love you.

The lad gripped the shovel tightly. "I'm sorry", he whispered back to her.

Until now, it was unknown if the dead girl heard of him or not.

However, her sorrowful expression was the last sight he saw from her before she became one with the dirt and soil.

The next day, he became a charred corpse.

***

The feeling was the same as the first time I got here. Curiousity gets the best of me as I entered the room. This time, there was no hesitation.

The door creaks as I push open. The room was the same as before, unchanged.

Except the bodies of the girls and the skulls. They decreased into one body and two skulls.

There was an oval-shaped mirror hanging against the wall. I stared for my reflection again, but no luck came from it. I did a little experiment, taking out the rectangular mirror and face it across the oval mirror. I admiringly see the number of reflections in infinity, as if there will never be the end.

Until I saw a black book on the book stand in the mirror. I rotate the mirror to face me, my eyes tells no lie that there is a book on the book stand.

"I found you", I say with a smirk.

I turn my heels and was about to walk to the book stand located behind the girl's body. I stopped on my tracks as I saw blood pooling the room, streaming like a crimson red river.

My eyes followed the blood trails until I see the end of it. As my eyes laid upon the source of the blood, I was taken aback and stumbled backward, my back against the wall.

The blood came from the heart.

......and it stops pumping.

It all makes sense now.

The confused emotions.
The empty feelings.
The missing part of me.

That heart, that once pumped, was mine all along.

I pressed my hand against my chest, closing my eyes as I take it all in. It was hard to accept the reality of it all.

I wanted to cry, but the feeling of sadness was not there. It was more of a shock than despair. I kneeled down to the floor, my knees touched the bloody floor. Mustering up my courage, I stretched my hand out to grab the heart.

I was only touching it with my ghostly fingers when the heart suddenly burst, more blood spraying the room, the walls and floor as canvases for bloody creations of art.

I screamed and fell on my bottom, watching the grotesque happenings in horror. The heart finally remained still, running out of blood to excrete.

I sighed, clutching the mirror and the paper against my chest. My trembling legs struggles to stand up and walked towards the book stand.

I placed the mirror on the book stand. There was no book in the real world but the mirror realm seems to have it.

Using my dead ability, I insert my hand into the mirror and easily retrieve the book. I pulled the book through the mirror, into the real world.

I sweep the cover of the book lightly with my fingers. It was chained with rusty black chains and a skull as a decorative lock. I pulled the chains off from the book easily, baring the book.

I open the first page, a heartwarming welcome with a dark beginning.

The dead one visits its reflection and kissed the real moonlight goodbye.

I remember Handong reading this out loud when we thought it was Jimin who is the dead one.

I flip another page. I smiled when I recall Yoohyeon using her fingers to estimate the thickness of the book.

She was telling the truth.

He who read mind.
He who manipulate mind.
He who heals what's mine.
He who tangles mind.
He who tranquil mind.
He who witness mind.
And he who fools mind.

Will he continue what he find?
Before he found the one who bind?

The last sentence clicks my mind. They were binded with strings like puppets trapped in a world they don't belong. They, my friends, are the puppets.

But who's the puppeteer?

I flip through pages after pages, reading most of the things that Yoohyeon and Hoseok already explain. Then I stopped at a missing page, its side jagged from being torn.

I recall having the paper in my hands. I unfold the paper which is scrawled in blood red.

Don't look back

I got anxious as I read it. I slowly turn around, but only to find the oval mirror reflected my non-existential reflection and a floating book. I mentally rolled my eyes for my stupidity. I was about to get back to the book when I spotted something from the mirror.

The page behind the warning words were another words, a graceful calligraphy with a perfect black ink.

      I turned the page around but it was empty. I realised that the side of the page was jagged too. Presumably, it used to be a part of the book.

But why tear it away?

      So I did what I have to do, adjusting the position of the page until it fits the jagged spot. Suddenly, the page stitched by an invisible thread, sewing the papers together to become one.

Wind started to pick up from the window, weirdly, it makes my dress and hair flow.

      The warning was the first page before the non-existential calligraphy.

Don't look back

I flip the page to find the black ink calligraphy was there, filling the page.

However, reading the poem makes my dead heart dropped into the void.

Death is painful,
But it heals too,
In one of royal soul,
It became one with two.

All this time, I'm both the Phantom and the dead one. Two in one soul.

The room started to shake at high altitude. The book racks exploded loudly from the middle, books flying in the air speedily, hitting the walls one way or another. Papers hovers and fell to the floor like raining dead leaves. Glasses shattered, tables falling down to the floor. As if an unseen monster wanted to scare me from the very beginning.

I screamed in panic as chaos erupted the basement. I dropped down to the floor, my back bumped against the book stand, covering my ears as I let go of the book to the floor.

Chaos became louder in every second. More papers in the air, more books exploded with loud noise. Fear grows within me.

I kept screaming as it got louder in every second.

It felt like it lasts forever.

***

"Hey! Heeeeeyyy! Wake up!!!"

      I took in a sharp breath as I woke up from an unknown voice. Was I sleeping? So it was a dream?

I looked around the basement.

......it's not a dream.

      Papers, book covers, glasses, woods pieces from tables filled the entire floor. The basement was a complete mess. However, the body of the girl, two skulls, my deflated heart and the book stand were in their same position, untouched by the unknown forces.

      I pulled myself up using the wall as a support and carefully step on the pile of mess. I walked slowly, my eyes lingering around the abstracts of the floor with unbalanced colors.

Just walking on it while looking at it at the same time makes my head dizzy.

      As I take one step at a time, I halt myself from walking further as I found an interesting piece of paper with pencil smudges of a solitary element.

      I carefully pick it up, gently pushing the other stuffs away from the paper so that it didn't tear. It was a sketching of a house—

Wait....
I remember this picture.

      This picture is from the hallway when Hoseok and I made our search for the others. How did it get here to the basement?

.....could it be that the house and the book are related somehow?

"Heeeyyyy! I really need to get out of here!" A voice whined boringly. I looked up to see that the voice belong to a black-haired boy with natural pale skin. I was staring at him, complete clueless on what to do to him.

He was in the mirror.

"Hey, dead one", the boy said, much to my surprise. I widened my eyes. "How do you—"

"Know or not know, I want to swag my way out of here. You have that ability, right? That 'going-into-the-mirror' ability or whatever that called?" he said casually, cutting me off.

I sighed and proceed walking closer to the oval mirror. I pressed my hand against the mirror until it penetrates the solid. The boy's hand grab mine and I pulled him out of the mirror, his whole body went through the fluid.

He stretched his arms and yawned, a relieved expression on his face. I fold my arms against my chest and looked questioningly at him.

"How.....?" I trailed off my question. I don't know what to ask him. He looks normal compare to me and SuA when we're on the verge of death.

The boy circled his eyes and raised his eyebrows, avoiding his gaze from me. "I....fell asleep in the mirror", he said followed with a sheepish chuckle. I blinked a few times.

How tough this guy is to actually sleep in the mirror?

The boy glanced at me and said, "If you're asking why I don't look so tired from that thirsty mirrors wanting to suck our energy off, they didn't do it on me because heck, the book said something like 'He who witness mind' or whatever", he blabbered.

"Are you the one that watched me and Yoohyeon from the mirrors?" I asked, squinting my eyes in suspicion.

He nodded. "Yeah, I wanna get out so bad or I'll lose my swag—"

I rolled my eyes, which shut him up. He suddenly went serious, intimidating me by his piercing gaze.

"I have this ability which acts like having sixth sense, but I never thought you would get panicked by reading that book", he said, confuses me with his sentence.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

The boy raised his left hand and swing it around the messy room. "This mess, it was your doing."

"What? But—"

"I saw it. You're a ghost right now, so you don't see it", he trailed off.

"Your wings, the black mist. They're the one that made this mess. I think the reason why is because of that book."

The boy's eyes looked up, staring darkly at the ceiling.

"And it looks like it'll attack anytime soon."

Chapter 22 updated!

Here it is, the most curious chapter you all been anticipating to know who is No Name 🙌

But if you still don't get it, let me explain 🐴

There's another story between this story, right? About the dead princess?

And see how the poem talk about 'in one royal soul.'

.....I think you get the idea already 🌚

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