You're sitting in the library, reading quietly, when suddenly everything feels colder. You look up and see the library's suddenly empty, and there's a black book laying on a table nearby. Disturbed, you leave the library and go home. Later that night you wake up from a nightmare, screaming and gasping for air. You glance over at your nightstand when you calm down, and the black books sitting there again.. You reach over and pick it up, reading the cover. 'How to Kill Politely'. Nothing of the authors name except J.0 written on the spine. You begin reading, slowly falling asleep... You wake up in a different bed, and you hear your aunts voice yelling about unpacking from downstairs. You sit up, finding a room that looks like you fell into the 1920s and into a dark mansion, with a large mirror in the center of the room. A week later, and you're still confused as to how you got here, but you apparently just moved into a different neighborhood and you just assumed that reading the book was just another dream you'd had. You and your sister went to visit the neighbors, and she knocks, waiting as you stay by the sidewalk and not on the porch yet. The door opens and you see a tall man with long red hair and a woman slightly shorter than him with blonde hair. They both talk to your sister for a few moments, and the man's body language towards his wife seems tense, like he was about to be yelled at. His wife seems nice, but your veins feel sour, like it's fake. They both notice you and say hello, and the wife continues talking to your sister, but the man's rust-colored eyes lingered on you for a moment, then glances away as his wife mentions him, continuing the conversation. A month later, you and your sister are woken up by mourning bells. The wife had been murdered, but no one knew by who. A few nights later, you wake up on the other side of the big mirror, in his room, where he sits by the window in a black robe and black heels, seemingly reading...