Why are you? She can feel you. She can hear you laughing. But yet you keep drawing her in and in and there is blood everywhere.

You tempted her and she stupidly, fell for it. She stupidly followed. Now she is lost in a hall of mirrors. She is trying to find the set of doors, if there are any. She does not know what to do when she gets there. She will smash the mirrors soon.

She cannot breathe or think or feel. She cannot be.