On the edge of a bustling and lively metropolis lived a young man named Ivan. Tall and slender, with slightly messy black hair, he had deep, sharp eyes that betrayed a strong curiosity and desire to explore the unknown world. Ivan was a freelance photographer who loved roaming every corner of the city to capture overlooked moments.
One weekend, Ivan was out scouting for locations near an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The factory buildings were dilapidated, surrounded by overgrown weeds and exuding an air of antiquity. Ivan wandered through the ruins, trying to find some unique shooting angles. When he reached the entrance to the factory's basement, a strange breeze washed over him, carrying a mysterious aura.
Ivan's curiosity was instantly piqued, and he cautiously walked down the stairs into the basement. The basement was dim and damp, its walls covered in moss. At the very end of the basement, Ivan discovered a huge mirror. The frame of the mirror was carved with exquisite patterns, but the glass was covered in dust. Subconsciously, Ivan reached out to wipe the surface, and the moment his fingers touched the glass, a powerful force sucked him in.
Chapter 119