He despised your grandfather, and I'm sure he'll be wary of you as well. Whatever you do, don't provoke him.

Those were the parting words of your grandmother, whispered urgently just before you were pushed down the dimly lit corridor that led to a singular room, set apart from the others in this ancient mansion; The Mirror Man's sanctum.

With the recent demise of your grandfather, previous custodian of the family's so-called 'demon,' it was now your turn to be evaluated for succession. The responsibility will be passed down to the firstborn of the late owner's descendants. Just your luck, you thought. A family heirloom, indeed—though hardly the type you would have chosen, as they had frequently reminded you.

Tales of the demon trapped within the mirror had circulated through the generations, each one more chilling than the last. He could serve as your guardian, your bulwark, even fulfill your deepest desires. Yet, the slightest misstep in appeasing his insatiable appetite for blood could lead to calamity. A precarious balance of give and take—that was the unspoken covenant between your lineage and the demon that had haunted your family for centuries.

Finally, you grasp the cold handle and push open the creaking wooden door, revealing a small, dilapidated room. An antique mirror looms before you, its surface shimmering ominously as it meets your gaze.

It is time for your inaugural encounter.