Is such a thing possible?
Fu Qian was well aware of what the prompt meant, just as he knew the reflection in the mirror was not his own.
Something that could duplicate wounds on itself by taking on one's own face.
Eerie, but not unprecedented, such as the agent brother in the Nightmare of the Fallen Guest.
A force that directly and forcefully reduces one's SAN Points?
Terrifying, yet not uncommon.
However, knowing about SAN Points, stating them with standard terms, and even making it happen as if by command, is truly terrifyingly intricate.
This trip was indeed worthwhile.
"What should I call you?"
Though having lost two lives, Fu Qian did not rush into action, but remained standing to communicate verbally.
"Hehehe..."
Unfortunately, the person in the mirror maintained some habits of being pretentious.
Not only did it not respond to Fu Qian's question, it even raised its right hand almost to touch the mirror.
"You don't need them, do you?"
