Victoria’s point of view
I awaken in a bed surrounded by opulent furnishings, the luxury of my surroundings a stark contrast to the confusion swirling in my mind. As I rise and attempt to leave, I find the door locked, trapping me in this lavish but ominous room. With a sense of urgency, I scan the space for any means of escape. There are no windows, just a bare bathroom with only a towel. A large gold mirror catches my eye, alongside a blue velvet chair and a vase of fresh yellow flowers. Desperate, I inspect the mirror, confirming it's not two-way.
Determined to defend myself, I shatter the mirror, concealing pieces as makeshift weapons. I hide a piece in my pillow case, under the bed, and in the toilet tank. But I must remain inconspicuous, leaving most fragments untouched. As I pond
