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On Monday, the mirror advised her to get lunch at a particular restaurant quite far from her

office. Sceptical at first, but completely trusting the mirror she did exactly what was asked and
there she ran into two of the most sought-after clients in the city. Over lunch, she managed to

sell her idea and bring in an investment of 10 million dollars to her company, the biggest by a
single employee. The next day her peers had a surprise party for her where her boss announced

her promotion to Associate Manager. Her life was going as good as she could have hoped for.

The writings on the mirror were usually clear instructions written in a neat font and a fixed size
that appeared near the bottom left on the mirror right at the break of day. This morning

however, there was no message and she assumed it to be one of those days where not a lot

happens. By the evening she would realise how wrong that assumption was. After work, when
she entered her home outside the city, something immediately felt off. But paying it no mind,

she proceeded to go about as normal. It didn’t catch her eye at first but when it did she couldn’t
take her eyes off of it. A new message had appeared on the mirror in the evening but that wasn’t

even the most unusual thing about it. It looked like it was scribbled onto the mirror in a hurry
in red ink. No. No, it was blood. And only a single word: RUN. In a handwriting that she could

never not recognize - her own. She froze for a minute - her mind processing why, where and

from whom to run. Why had this message been relayed in such an unusual way? Why was she
writing it? The text made no sense but she had learned to trust the mirror with her life. She

sprang to action and rushed to the living room. Snatching the keys and her phone from the

table, she ran with all her might out of her house and to the car. Luck, it seemed, was not on
her side that day. The car refused to start and after a few tries, she decided to make a break for

it.

She ran as fast as she could, not even stopping to look back, not even pausing to take a breath.

She had been running away for what felt like an hour now. Her legs were about to buckle but

she decided she had to put some more distance between her and whatever it was that was
chasing her. Hours passed but nothing came for her. Going without food or water for hours had

exhausted her completely. She decided that for the first time in her life, the mirror was wrong.
But even then she couldn’t shake off the image of the word “Run” written in blood from her

mind.

It must have been near midnight when finally having decided to go back, she started on the
long walk to her destination. It was almost dawn when her house came into view. Hungry,

thirsty and incredibly tired, with sore muscles aching in all parts of her body, she decided to

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