Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=28#272 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 7/30/2018 at 2:20 PM I mean, there was no glass. The frame was there, in the middle, but no glass. If that wasn't your brain deceiving you... Was that a chuckle you hear from inside?

Seven days have passed, are you still willing to go on?

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=38#378 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 8/6/2018 at 1:39 AM Narrator reminds you that your character's name is Katherine...

the slip of paper says that Katherine has Different Identities, could Katherine be the same girl who was missing?

Well, no, that's not how Dissociative Identity Disorder works. DID means you still have the same body but different consciousnesses, if the missing girl was one of your identities then you would be the one missing and you would be looking for yourself... In the letter it was clear you were looking for someone else.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=38#379 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 8/6/2018 at 1:41 AM The candles are in the room, so you light the candles in the room with no problem. There is no wood in the fireplace. After you light the last candle, your lantern sputters and dies out, just in time. Now that the room is properly illuminated, you could see everything pretty well. Suddenly, the door behind you slams shut and something swoops down from above, spiraling around the room a couple of times before coming to a stop in the center of the room. It was a paper airplane.

"Who's there?" i call out, searching the room with my eyes in the hopes of catching any of the slightest movements in the shadows. I walk towards the paper air plane hesitantly and pick it up, inspecting it for any writings of any kind on it.

(Sorry I'm going to drop out :( I just can't seem to keep up right now...)

Okay then!

The room seems empty apart from you, and you couldn't figure out where the airplane came from. The windows were closed, so it couldn't have been the wind.

When you picked up the slightly crumpled but nearly folded plane and smoothed it out, you see what seems to be a page out of a diary. A smudged date on the top, and as for the contents...

Second day at the manor, now. I've done some exploring in the lands that the host owns, and I'm really surprised by how huge the entire place is. The forest, the church, a factory, and even a small village by the sea! The host sure is rich.

Turning the paper over, you find another entry. This entry seems to be from a couple days after the previous entry.

The Games begin today... I'm quite nervous, and so are my friends. Yeah! I made friends out of the other many people here!

There was a white space, and then some more writing, but the writing seemed frantic.

In The Games now...
Heartbeat. He's here...

NO! NO! NO!

It was all a lie. A trap... We'd been lured here...

The rest of the paper was smudged beyond recognition with a couple of splatters of unidentifiable liquid.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=39#383 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 8/6/2018 at 3:16 PM Well, no, that's not how Dissociative Identity Disorder works. DID means you still have the same body but different consciousnesses, if the missing girl was one of your identities then you would be the one missing and you would be looking for yourself... In the letter it was clear you were looking for someone else.

Oh maybe the person I'm looking for is named Katherine

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=39#387 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 8/7/2018 at 12:46 AM The room seems empty apart from you, and you couldn't figure out where the airplane came from. The windows were closed, so it couldn't have been the wind. When you picked up the slightly crumpled but nearly folded plane and smoothed it out, you see what seems to be a page out of a diary. A smudged date on the top, and as for the contents... Second day at the manor, now. I've done some exploring in the lands that the host owns, and I'm really surprised by how huge the entire place is. The forest, the church, a factory, and even a small village by the sea! The host sure is rich. Turning the paper over, you find another entry. This entry seems to be from a couple days after the previous entry. The Games begin today... I'm quite nervous, and so are my friends. Yeah! I made friends out of the other many people here! There was a white space, and then some more writing, but the writing seemed frantic. In The Games now... Heartbeat. He's here... NO! NO! NO! It was all a lie. A trap... We'd been lured here... The rest of the paper was smudged beyond recognition with a couple of splatters of unidentifiable liquid.

I read the letter onceover again and then slip it into my pocket. I nervously look around the room, wondering if I should get a weapon. I look at the fireplace to see if it had a poker or anything. I wonder if the liquid smudging the paper is blood.

Interesting thought.

As you stood there thinking, a very strange phenomenon started happening. The glass of the mirror - it began to crack. In the individual pieces after the cracks you could see many of you, by they were all looking at you differently. One of them gestures for you to come closer.