It started like a memory.

Soft. Familiar. Harmless.

That’s when her brain caught up to her mouth.

"No. No. Where am I? No. Not again."

The worst part was knowing the house had been waiting for her.

And now it remembered.

The mark didn’t hurt.

But it hummed.

Her reflection looked back, older than memory.

Her skin was human...but wrong.

“It looks like me,” she whispered.

That’s when the air shifted.