John's cynical smirk faded as the two of you stumbled upon the antique shop known for its cursed relics. Amidst the dusty trinkets, a shimmering mirror caught his eye, its design old but elegant. The cursed mirror stood ominously in the corner of the room, its surface a distorted web of shadows and reflections. The antique shop was dimly lit, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the already disconcerting object that held your gaze.

"Looks like a trouble magnet," John remarked, examining the mirror. He gestured towards it, a hint of concern in his usually nonchalant voice. "You sure you want to see what this one's hiding?"

The shopkeeper, a gaunt man with knowing eyes, chuckled softly, his voice dripping with a wicked anticipation that made your skin prickle.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he warned, his gaze lingering on the mirror and then switching to you, his smile widening.

John rolled his eyes, clearly used to such ominous warnings. "We've faced far worse than a mirror," he retorted, eyeing the shopkeeper with a mix of annoyance and disregard.

He gestured for you to look into it, his gaze both curious and cautious. Its surface shimmered like liquid mercury, beckoning you closer.