The room is derelict. There are no visible windows in the frames,
and there appears to be no natural light in the entire room. It has a clinical
look, the walls are white but the paint is peeling, looks distressed and torn
like the room has contained something. The space is quite bare but the light is
artificial and bright everywhere that the protagonist turns, so that the room
feels bigger, emptier than it is.
It is obvious that the camera is the
protagonist as a pan down reveals feet. There should be the conveyed emotion of
confusion here, the hands rise in front into the camera view. They are clean.
Then they are dirty, bloody, distorted.
The protagonist is shocked. They are
breathing heavily, and this is noticeable not through sound but by a
pan down to the chest area. The hands turn over before falling out of the
frame.
It is then that the protagonist notices a
mirror in the room. There is a sense of trepidation- does the protagonist want
to see the reflection when they have just seen dirty, bloodied hands? They
approach with caution, before finally reaching out- a dirty and bloodied hand
towards the mirror, which is reflected back distorted and inhuman, before the
face appears in the reflection.
They are normal looking. Then they are
bloodied, dirty and terrifyingly distorted as if they are not fully human. They
reach a hand to their face, which is clean but in the mirror is not. It is
surreal, and unable to work out whether the image in the mirror is real or not,
they abruptly punch and break the glass. Wind blows abruptly from the shattered pieces, as the reflection in the now broken glass screams.
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