An old legend speaks of a mirror that chooses one soul every century. The chosen one never disappears. She simply wakes up... on the other side. There, she watches herself live the same night again and again. The same room. The same black apple. The same fatal bite. She tries to scream. She tries to warn the girl she used to be. But the hands of the mirror always arrive first... to silence the only voice that remembers. Some say the curse ends if the apple is never tasted. Others believe... the girl outside has already taken the first bite.