Mirror Friend

Opening Scene: 24 Hours Later

Alvi stands in the middle of the dimly lit hallway, his breath shallow and labored. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his heart pounds in his chest. The tension is unbearable as he stares at the figure before him, a mixture of disbelief and realization slowly dawning on him.

Alvi: (Taking deep breaths, trying to steady himself) So, it was you... (He smirks, the corners of his lips twisting into a bitter laugh) Taking advantage of the situation, huh? That's crazy... (The laughter dies in his throat, and his face hardens, transforming into a mask of despair and fury) It's been you all along—the so-called puppet the freaking mirror was talking about.

His fists clench at his sides, his knuckles white. The weight of the realization presses down on him, but the anger that rises in his chest pushes him forward, demanding answers. His voice drops, filled with venom.

Alvi: (Gritting his teeth) Now tell me... what's your next move, huh? Tell me, whose puppet are you? Who's casting black magic on me?

He steps closer to the figure, the air thick with the tension of the moment. His eyes burn with a mix of defiance and desperation. He needs answers. He needs to know who's controlling him, who's behind the nightmare he's trapped in.

The figure stands motionless, his face unreadable, and for a moment, the only sound in the hallway is the pounding of Alvi's heart.

Alvi: (Demanding) Say something!

Present Time

Alvi sits in his room, his thoughts swirling around him like a storm. The strange happenings at the hotel, the people he's met, and the unsettling mystery seem to be closing in on him. But no matter how hard he tries, the answers remain just out of reach. His eyes flicker to the mirror across the room, a cold shiver running down his spine as he thinks about the strange events connected to it.

Suddenly, the room grows unnaturally dark. The lights flicker, casting erratic shadows on the walls. A sense of unease fills the air, and Alvi feels a strange pull toward the mirror. His heart races, his breathing shallow, as an eerie but mesmerizing voice calls his name from the depths of the darkness.

Alvi: (Nervously, eyes scanning the room) Who's this? What do you want from me?

Mirror: (The voice seems to echo through the room, warm but otherworldly) It's me, Alvi... your friend... who desperately wants to be your friend.

Alvi freezes, his heart skipping a beat. His eyes widen as he notices a shadow slowly swirling within the mirror. It isn't fully clear, but there's something unsettlingly familiar about the way it moves, like smoke gently twisting and curling in a breeze.

Alvi: (With skepticism, his voice shaking slightly) Friend? You know nothing about me... How can you be my friend? And... I guess you're not even human. How can I trust you?

The shadow within the mirror flickers, and a low, eerie laugh resonates in the room. It's not a laugh of mockery, but something darker, more knowing.

Mirror: (With a mysterious chuckle) Yes, you're right. Maybe I'm not human like you... but I'm a spirit, a soul trapped within this mirror. You humans are so selfish, but at least I'm better than that. At least I know how to see things for what they are.

Alvi's breath hitches as the chill in the room grows more intense. His instincts scream at him to leave, to run from whatever this is, but he's frozen in place, staring into the shadowy depths of the mirror.

Alvi: (With a mixture of anger and confusion) So tell me... what's happening here? What is this place? What do you want from me?

The shadow flickers again, and for a moment, Alvi almost believes he sees a shape forming within it—a face, perhaps. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared.

Mirror: (The voice softens, almost coaxing) I guess you're too desperate to know all the answers right now. But before that happens... before you get the answers you seek... (The voice deepens) You must be my friend. You said you can't trust me, right? Well... let's gain each other's trust first.

The air grows heavier, and the flickering lights cast long shadows across Alvi's face. His mind races, trying to make sense of everything, but a strange feeling lingers in his chest—part fear, part curiosity. The mirror's presence feels almost... inviting.

Alvi: (Gritting his teeth, trying to push past his fear) I don't know if I can trust you. But I need answers... I need to understand what's happening here...

The shadow within the mirror moves again, and the voice speaks with a hint of amusement.

Mirror: Then let's see where this friendship leads, Alvi. Trust is something... that must be earned.

(The room falls into an eerie silence, the only sound being the occasional flicker of the dimming lights. Alvi's heart races as he stands frozen, eyes locked on the mirror. The shadows within the mirror swirl, shifting like a dark storm, as if the very air around him is charged with something unnatural.)

Mirror: (With an unsettling calmness) You know, Alvi, you don't even know who your true enemy is. And I know your past, your present, and even some of the future. I see things you couldn't possibly imagine.

Alvi's pulse quickens as he listens, every word sending a chill down his spine.

Alvi: (Voice shaking) What do you mean? Who is my enemy?

Mirror: (With a low, menacing laugh) Hahaha… Seriously, you don't even know you have one? You have a long way to go, darling.

Alvi grits his teeth, frustration and fear bubbling inside him.

Alvi: (Irritated) Stop twisting your words. Spill the beans!

The mirror's shadows seem to pulse, and the voice takes on an almost taunting tone.

Mirror: Okay then… let me tell you something. Someone very close to your heart has been casting black magic on you. But I won't reveal it all just yet.

(Alvi feels a cold shiver run through his spine, his mind racing to comprehend what the mirror just said.)

Mirror: Right now, someone near you is monitoring you… and that person is a puppet for your close one.

Alvi stares at the mirror, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Alvi: (In disbelief, voice trembling) How can I trust you? What if it's you who's playing me? What if you're the one behind all of this?

The voice in the mirror shifts, now laced with amusement, almost as if the spirit is enjoying the tension it's creating.

Mirror: (With a hint of mockery) Interesting, my friend. You make things much more fun. But you won't have to wait long. Within 24 hours, you'll figure it out for yourself.

The mirror's tone grows more ominous.

Mirror: Until then, think through every possible scenario. Take this as a piece of safety advice… If you can't figure it out within 24 hours, you may lose yourself to the magic.

Alvi's breath catches in his throat, the weight of the mirror's words sinking in. He knows that time is running out, but the mirror still refuses to give him the truth.

Alvi: (Gripping the edge of his desk, frustrated) You call yourself my friend, but you're withholding information from me. You're not revealing the identity of the one monitoring me… That's strange. How can I trust you now?

The mirror's shadow flickers once again, as if considering his words.

Mirror: (With a slow, deliberate tone) Trust is something you must earn, Alvi. Just like everything else in this world. And if you truly want to uncover the truth, you'll have to work for it. But know this, the clock is ticking, and your time is running out.

Alvi stands frozen, the weight of the mirror's words pressing down on him. He knows the clock is ticking, but he also knows that whatever game this spirit is playing, it's not over yet. He feels as though he's trapped in a web of lies, with no clear way out.

Mirror: (Softly, almost like a whisper) Good luck, Alvi. You'll need it.

(With that, the mirror falls silent, the room once again settling into an uneasy calm. Alvi stands there, his mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle seem to be scattered, and he knows he's running out of time.)