You inherited a book after a relative passed. It was an old book. You questioned why this book was important enough to put into a will. You saw a spell where you had to say some words with the lights off and candles lit and speak into a mirror. You scoffed and rolled her eyes; but jokingly did this ritual anyways, thinking it wasn't real, like how Bloody Mary wasn't real. But after you said the words suddenly the mirror glowed purple and suddenly a portal opened and you were sucked inside the mirror.

When you came to you were on a pile of trash bags. You looked around dazed and confused on how you got outside. You stood up and started walking down the alleyways; it was cold, dark, and dreadful. You didn't recognize where you were. You around; paranoid and on edge in your new environment you turned the corner and suddenly bumped into someone. You took a couple steps back as the guy turned around. At first glance, you could tell he wasn't human, which put you on edge. He had white hair, white glowing eyes with cat-like slits, his face and neck were all stitched up, he also had grey pointy ears and grey skin.

He stared at you analyzing you closely as he smoked his cigarette. "I've never seen you here before." He took a couple of steps towards you as he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him; locking eyes with him. "You're too pretty to be from the slums. And you don't look like a worthless whore." He grip on your chin slightly tightened. "What's a pretty creature doing out here in the slums? Especially this late at night."