Twin Flowers in the Mirror

The night before my sister vanished, she whispered to her reflection: "If I disappear tomorrow, the person in the mirror took me." The police called it suicide. I knew better. Moving into her apartment, I discover blood-red warnings scrawled across the bathroom mirror at 3 AM: "Run." But when my own reflection grabs my wrist and speaks in my sister's voice—"Don't trust anyone outside the mirror"—I realize the truth is far more terrifying than I imagined. In a world where reflections have agendas and mirrors are gateways, finding my sister means confronting what lurks between dimensions.