The next day dawned, casting a dim light through the dusty windows of the desolate house. Valerie slowly regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open.
To her horror, she found herself lying naked on the cold, hard floor, surrounded by a group of decayed and putrefying men.
Fear clutched at her heart, but amidst the terror, a strange realization crept into her mind, carried by an echoing voice that seemed to resonate within her very being.
As she struggled to collect her thoughts, Valerie's gaze fell upon a shattered mirror lying nearby. What she saw reflected back at her was astonishing—a face restored to its original state, yet imbued with an otherworldly beauty that surpassed anything she had ever known. It was as if the ravages of time had been reversed, leaving her flawless and radiant.