Alexandra had taken a quick step back, moving instinctually away from the flames. After the initial shock at the flames she looked back, only to wish she hadn’t. The painting was completely unaffected by the flames, though the beings inside it were burned to a crisp in a sickening scene. “Next time Pyro maybe it would be best not trying to burn everything we find. Honestly I think you made it worse.” She said with regained composure. Her gaze flickered over the painting, practically feeling the flames on her skin and the smoke evading her lungs. It was all in her head, she knew that, most of it being caused by the trauma. The painting however no longer felt as ominous as it had when she had first seen it. 

That’s when she noticed Mr. T’s absence from her grip, he must have jumped away during the fire ordeal. Alexandra quickly scanned the hallway before noticing him dashing towards the figure she had noticed before. Her stomach plummeted, ice running down her spine as she took a harder look at the unknown being down there and even though the figure was hard to make out she could feel the darkness surrounding it. “Mr. T!” she yelled, dashing off in his direction in a frenzy. It took her no time at all to catch up to him, the slender girl stopping him by swooping him up and holding him close again. Her gaze however was locked with the thing down the hall. It seemed about her height and the way it’s eyes glowed reminded her of the glassy eyes of the painting. The color though matched her own, being a fierce aqua color, yet the figure itself looked more terrifying than the charred bodies she had just witnessed. It’s clothes seemed to be ripped, dripping in blood, and sticking to their figure. The thing that bothered her most though was how much it resembled her, from the eyes to the outline. 

Alexandra took a step back, taking her eyes off the figure momentarily to look for another way out of this hall. Her gaze though only met the shiny surface of multiple mirrors. The entire hall was made of mirrors. Something caught her eye though, a sliver of motion behind the reflective glass. Almost like a shadow running by. Once again searching for a way off this hall, though she knew she had to go back to the group, she glanced back at her lookalike. From where she was standing though she noticed the shiny film between them, like it was only some deranged reflection. Something was different however, instead of just being the one figure it was now several, eight to be exact. Seven of them she recognized but the eighth, it almost seemed like it didn’t belong. She didn’t linger any longer though, turning and running back to the group with Teddy in her arms.