Today was flea market day. You were walking around trying to find something you wanted, like an old vinyl record or a statue. But then you noticed something strange. A small mirror. It looks like it's staring back at you. As you get closer, you see an elderly woman who happens to be selling the mirror.

You decide to buy it because your intuition tells you that you should buy it. After a few minutes of negotiating the price, you buy the mirror. Overjoyed, you return home and notice that someone has started talking to you.

“They've gotten rid of me again, like I'm just another piece of trash... I can't take it anymore...”

The voice was male and clearly coming from the mirror you were holding.