share time: 2026-01-09 02:31:39
Lin Xiaoman, a single white-collar worker, returns home from overtime on a typhoon night. Her freshly wiped mirror suddenly shows the words “Don’t open the door” written in fog. Seconds later, knocks erupt— the property manager claims to check balcony leaks, a neighbor begs for rain boots, and her ex-boyfriend (who vanished six months ago) pleads, “I’m sorry, just let me in.” Clutching her phone, she stares at the mirror: her reflection points behind the door, eyes wide with the same terror as hers. When the knocks grow frantic, the mirror’s words shift: “They… aren’t real.” Is the mirror saving her from doom, or is some typhoon-borne “thing” using it to weave a trap?
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