✨ Scene 7 — Grosvenor Square
Grosvenor Square wasn't like the rest of London.
The moment Eleanor stepped out of the cab, something felt off.
The buildings were old, crumbling.
The windows were cracked, fogged with time.
The streets were lined with dust and silence.
She stood in the center of the square.
There were no children playing, no footsteps echoing—only her own breath.
And then...
She saw him.
At the far end of the square, a man stood still.
Tall. Wrapped in a long gray coat.
A hat pulled low over his face.
She couldn't see his features—
But his eyes were fixed on her.
Unmoving. Unblinking.
She turned away, pretending not to notice.
> "Just a man… Just a man…"
But her skin crawled.
A shiver ran down her spine like ice.
She walked away quickly, toward a side alley.
She reached the end of the path, turned back—
He was gone.
She sighed.
And that's when she heard it—
A sound behind her, like air hissing through teeth.
Soft. Like a whisper.
> "Eleanor…"
She froze.
Turned slowly.
He was there.
Right behind her.
His eyes—gray and lifeless.
His smile—the same one from the mirror the night before.
Her hand moved toward the gun in her pocket.
> "What do you want?" she whispered.
He didn't reply.
Just pointed.
To a narrow alley to the right.
She turned her head, and saw the path he meant.
Despite the daylight, it looked... dark. Unnaturally dark.
When she looked back—he was gone.
She hesitated.
Her heart screamed Don't go.
But her curiosity whispered: Follow the thread.
She stepped forward.
Stone walls on either side.
Just as she reached the entrance, she saw something carved into the bricks:
> "Do not trust the faces that mirrors reflect."
Her breath caught.