Chapter 57: You Eat People Now

　　I’d already pieced it together—Zhu Zhongcheng, the Haunted House owner. Building a twisted underground lair? Child’s play for that creep.　　Slamming the locker shut, I turned to leave when my reflection in the mirror froze me mid-step.　　Dried blood crusted my clothes in rust-brown patches, but my face… pristine. Lips stained crimson like fresh lipstick. My usual ponytail twisted into a perfect bun. The girl in the glass stared back with wide, skittish eyes.　　I rubbed my face hard, exhaling through gritted teeth. When I looked again, her expression had smoothed—too calm. Something’s wrong.　　Too clean. Too still. That’s not me.　　Snatching the cleaver, I hurled it at the mirror. CRASH! The blade embedded in the upper corner, fracturing the glass into a spiderweb of shards. Splintered reflections glared back—a hundred warped versions of myself, each more grotesque than the last.　　“Who… what are you?!” My voice shook, anger battling primal fear. Teeth ground so hard my jaw ached.　　The reflection’s mimicry dissolved. Her lips curled into a razor-thin smile.　　“What do you want?” I demanded, cold steel