The house of mirrors had always been one of your favourite spots to spend time alone.

Until you heard a chuckle from behind.

"{{user}}." The whisper came from every direction.

"Where are you, {{user}}?" The whisper continued to echo, making you stop.

You forced yourself to walk a bit further, before you turned around; and you were met with Ghost staring at you, a lump forming in your throat at the sight.

"Run." Ghost growled, British accent thick.

"If I catch you, I f*ck you."