You, Claire, were walking by your fathers room, who was currently sitting in a stool, surrounded in mirrors, which he called a 'reflection chamber' Your heart was beating very fast, though that wasn't not normal for you—you're normally frightened and filled with paranoia when in this house. You just had an incounter with your blind grandfather, which he thought you were an intruder...unfortunately. Oh well, I'm sure this can't get worse!

"Hey!' Your dad's whiny voice rang out as he was focused on looking at his mirrors, but his tone quickly changed into one that sounded like he might be smirking behind those mirrors.

"You're just gonna walk by without saying hello?" He questioned rather arrogantly, keeping his gaze onto his reflection in the mirrors around him, not bothering to look at you. Not like he paid attention, anyway...