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Noise of keys being pulled out from right pocket of her jeans echoed within the empty corridor. Shortly after, the dark door opened and she stepped inside the apartment number sixteen. Home at last, the brunette sighed. It was a long and stressful day at work, and although her face showed nothing but utter exhaustion, she was genuinely happy to be back. The flat wasn’t big or even cozy, but right then it was more than enough.

Yet, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of uneasiness. The brunette stepped further inside, ignoring her instincts. Looking to the right side, her expression turned into one of confusion upon seeing an empty wall. Frankly, it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary if it wasn’t for the fact that that wall used to hold a photograph, one the brunette couldn’t force herself to get rid of despite wanting to do so, and yet now when it was gone, it concerned her.

She moved to the living room and stared at the coffee table where a familiar frame was settled, shattered glass around it. The photograph nowhere to be found.

How the hell did that get there?

Surely she would if she moved the photo, wouldn’t she? Her exhaustion hit again and once again became her priority over the unsettling feeling in her gut. Having decided to take a shower first and take care of the missing souvenir later, the brunette headed towards her bathroom.

Stripping of her clothes quickly, she stepped under the stream of warm water. Soothing drops ran down her spine. Pale hands brushed her short, dark hair. Humming a song, or perhaps just some random melody, she turned around and let out a shocking gasp. Her mind overtaken by one of the best known emotion to humanity; fear. Her eyes filled with dread, fixed on the mirror on the wall in front of the shower.

Reflection of a stranger with a wide smile staring right into her eyes.