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It was smiling.

Jenna turned. The exit sign glowed red. But beneath it, in that same crushing font, a new message had been stenciled onto the door:

DO NOT TRUST YOUR REFLECTION. THE MIRROR IS A DOOR. impact font bold italic

They are already inside. Not in the walls. In the wires. If you read this, you are already one of them.

The last thing she saw before the lights died was the teleprompter, scrolling on its own: It was smiling

But the words kept coming, slanting now, leaning forward like they were running . The bold returned, hammering each syllable.

(Static hiss. The red light blinks off.) in that same crushing font

(Static hiss. A red light blinks on.)