Mara lived for the perfect reflection — the kind that came with flawless lighting, porcelain skin, and millions of followers hanging on her every move. But late one night, as she posed in front of her prized antique mirror, her reflection stopped following her. What stared back wasn’t her… and it wanted more than admiration.

Malik thought he’d finally caught a break when he stumbled upon a too-good-to-be-true job posting. Desperation pushed him to apply, and within minutes he was scheduled for an interview at a company he had never heard of. But the moment he stepped into the building, something felt off — the empty chairs, the silent receptionist, the strange interview room with no furniture. What Malik didn’t know was that some companies don’t just hire… they consume.

Mira only wanted the truth. One night, she followed her boyfriend’s location to a mysterious high-rise on the edge of the city — a place that shouldn’t have existed, yet somehow did. Inside, she found an apartment where everything came in pairs: two lamps, two mugs, two pairs of shoes. And then she found Adrian… twice. Both identical. Both insisting they were real. And as the walls shifted into endless mirrored rooms, Mira realized she wasn’t just confronting a cheating boyfr

Aria had spent months being blamed for things she didn’t do, scolded for mistakes she never made, and gaslit until she questioned her own memory. But on that final night in the empty office, something changed. When the lights flickered and an unnatural glow gathered above them, Delphine thought it was just another inconvenience. She didn’t realize it was the fire Aria had suppressed for far too long — finally coming back to claim its target.

They said it was forbidden, the Seven Dark Paths, each one more blasphemous than the last. But Darren didn’t care. He had a purpose, and he would see it through. People who knew him once whispered about betrayal, about vengeance. Some said his enemy had destroyed his life. Others said he was driven by hatred so pure it burned through his soul. No one really knew the truth. What they didn’t see was the map of scars carved into his body, each one earned through a ritual no mort