It was over. Niki stood over the bodies of two men. Two dead bodies. All she knew was that they had come after her and that she blacked out. She remembered nothing of what happened after that point, but now... now here she was, and they were dead. How would she explain this to the police? Could she even call the police? Her husband was in prison, she had a young child to care for. Niki did the only thing she could. She backed away in fear and terror. There was nothing she could do now but run.

Leaving the room, Niki couldn't help but catch a glimpse of herself in the broken mirror at the end of the room. Her own reflection seemed to take on life its own. It was still her looking back, but she was different, devious, dangerous and she gave Niki an evil grin. It was as if a part of her inside had broken free and spawned this carbon copy. She couldn't protect herself, so this other self took control. Niki couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. But was she really a murderer? Was she even capable of it? All she knew now,was that she wouldn't stay around and let the cops figure that out.