Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

But he couldn't burn what was in his mind.

The way she looked at him now—Allie—was different.

Like she was trying to decode him.

"You think you're the monster," he said, pouring her a glass of wine. "But you're not. You're the mirror."

He wasn't sure which one of her was sitting across from him.

Chapter Seventeen – Him