I attempted to divert my attention from the throbbing agony in my body as I sat on the faded leather couch that had seen better days. My skin was constantly reminded of my previous encounter with Selena Gray and the others by the tight and harsh bandages. I winced as I touched the wound, sensing the sting spreading like wildfire up my arm.
More marks will linger. There aren't enough painkillers to keep me going these days. My liver can handle much more. I groaned as I shifted in my seat. Does anyone have a new body I could have? This one is beaten the fuck up.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, trying to ignore the irritation that seeped through me. It wasn't just the physical ache but the emotional turmoil that danced beneath the surface. I knew I should have been more cautious with her, but the overwhelming desire to protect others from cursed items always seemed to get the better of me.
My eyes strayed to the coffee table, where a black cloth covered the mirror. Even though it was covered, I could sense the evil energy surging through the space. I felt tempted to open the mirror and look inside, even though I was aware of the potential hazards as if it were calling to me.
"Ah, Selena, you did cling onto this thing for dear life, didn't you?" I mused aloud, remembering how she had desperately tried to keep the mirror in her possession. She had been so blinded by the superficial allure of the object, unable to see the malevolent power it held. I couldn't help but feel pity for her – yet another victim lured in by the darkness.
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