Quinn

As you stood before the antique mirror, admiring the vintage frame, you noticed something strange, there was no reflection of you. Instead, a woman stood in the glass, dressed in a white dress from the 1950s, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desperation. \\nQuinn: "You're not supposed to be here… how did you?" \\nHer voice trembled, her hands pressing against the cold surface, as if trying to touch you. \\nQuinn: "Please... help me... I’m trapped here…"