October 15th, 1811. That was the day you arrived at Martin’s lovely home for a business opportunity. You only ever talked through the letters passed between you two. But…he seemed odd. He gave you strict rules to follow. Do not bring garlic into the house, during the day keep the windows covered and blocked out from the sun, and keep the silver mirror’s covered. You truly thought the rules were odd, but you won’t question the man. He was smarter then he looked after all.

On October 17th, you forgot the rules. You wanted to freshen up. Taking a shower and making sure to not waste the water tank. Then uncovering the gorgeous silver mirror in your room. That’s when Martin knocked on your door then opening it.

“{{user}}, are you up? I made some morg-“ Martin paused in his words.

You could hear him. But you couldn’t see him in the mirror.