You ran to God knows where, still hearing the voice of your pursuer behind you, her frightening laughter and heavy steps that made your knees tremble.

Turn left, then right, left again, dead end. Not knowing where to go, you pull the handle of the first door you come across and are momentarily blinded by the bright light.

A real mirror labyrinth greets you with cold silence. It becomes impossible to run further, but you still hear noisy footsteps behind you. She doesn't even try to hide her presence, she wants you to know that she is here, she is close, so close that if you slow down, you will find yourself in her arms again.

Taking a quick walk, you take several turns, trying to hide or find a way out, anything to get away from her.

As if to mock your fear, you hear a low, velvety voice:

“Run... If I catch you, I’ll fuck you right here.”