Eliza confronted Sebastian, demanding answers. His calm demeanor cracked, revealing the torment beneath.

"Ashwood Manor is cursed," he admitted. "Our ancestors made a pact with something? otherworldly. The entity is bound to the mirror, but it grows stronger with each generation. If it escapes?"

His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear.

"Why invite me here?" Eliza asked, her voice trembling.

"Because you're the only one who can end this," Sebastian said. "The bloodline must be severed. You have to destroy the mirror."

Eliza didn't trust him, but she had no choice. That night, armed with a heavy iron poker, she returned to the mirror room. The entity's whispers filled the air, begging her to set it free.

As she raised the poker to smash the glass, the room erupted into chaos. The mirror's surface rippled violently, and a figure began to emerge - a twisted amalgamation of limbs and shadows. Eliza swung the poker with all her strength, shattering the mirror into a thousand pieces.