The eighth mirror. The eighth. Mirror. Eighth. Eight. Something was off about it. Just...something. Was it a man? A beast? Something...wrong was portrayed in it. Nevertheless, something was awakened when Alexandra gazed into it. Several appendages, pale white hands began to rip themeselves out of their glassy prison. Some had shredded skin, while others were drenched in blood. They came in all numbers; first five, then ten, then thirty. A million? Hard to say. They lashed out violently, rushing forward to bind and constrict.

One of them snaked around Alexandra's ankle, and several more ceased the opportunity to pounce and trap the shape-shifting girl. Seeing their self-apparent leader in danger, Sasha ran forward on all fours and grabbed one of the spectral arms between her teeth. All it took was a strong pull before the arm became detached and lifeless. As it lay on the floor, a black and oily substance began leaking out of its sides. Sasha spat the thing out and backed away from the liquid in fright. 

"Shit! What is this stuff?"