7:00 PM.Two left.
Jared and Maria.But something was wrong with the room.It was smaller. The walls were closer.
And the door was gone.
The sixth candle burned black.Not smoke—just pure darkness.
Jared stared into it, like he was hypnotized.
"She lied to us," he whispered.
Maria turned sharply. "Who?"
"The girl in the mirror."
Maria froze."We don't talk about her."
"You saw her too," Jared smiled."She told me your real name isn't Maria."
Silence.
Maria took a step back.
"You remember, don't you?" Jared said, voice rising. "This isn't your second time. It's your third."
Maria screamed.Not in fear—In rage.
She tackled him to the floor, clawing, screaming, crying.
"I didn't want to come back!""You don't know what she made me do!"
Then… the candle went out.
In total darkness, a soft voice whispered:
"Only one may return."
When the lights came back,Only one chair remained.And the walls… were now mirrors.
Dozens of them.
All showing Maria.But none of them were moving the same way.