Third Person’s POV
Just a few weeks ago, Violet first met Igniculus in the bathroom mirror.
It seems far fetched but, gazing at her own reflection, staring deep into haunting golden eyes, she found a way to communicate with the creature staring back at her.
“Hello.”
Soft, with a small echo around the bathroom.
Standing there in a plush towel, she watched as her own mouth moved.
But Violet hadn’t done it.
She hadn’t spoken.
Or at least, she hadn’t meant to.
“You’re conscious for this, I see.”
A smile in her reflection, a glimmer in those haunting eyes.
Terrifying, like something straight out of a horror movie—Violet tried to pull away from the mirror, to run but her legs wouldn’t budge. She was no longer in control. Lifting a brush, ra
