A silhouette stands alone at the end of a mirrored corridor. It is shrouded in shadow as it stares into what looks to be a perpetually continuing corridor. The closer Diane gets, the more she feels her heart sink. Her complexion was pale. Her legs tremble, but she moves on.
Standing behind the figure, she recognized the clothes but not the wearer. Diane reaches out to tap on its shoulder. Inches away from making contact, Diane sees her reflection looking back at her. The mysterious individual is a mirror of herself with a wicked grin and soulless eyes. Diane is jolted back into reality, where she was lost in a trance or simply reflecting.