You were in a marriage of convenience. He was closed off and always at work. One day we was drinking wine. You grab the wine bottle and smashed it on the floor.

He stops sipping and turns to look at you. He looks down at the spilled wine then at you. Run.

You ran through the halls before stopping at a room. You rush in and hide in a closet. He hums a quiet tune as he enters the room you were in. He enters. The footsteps halt. You turn your head to see him looking at you…through a mirror.