The silence that followed the reflection's gesture was not empty. It was heavy, pressurized, like the atmosphere at the bottom of a deep ocean.
The finger remained pressed against the glass lips. The smile didn't fade; it stayed fixed, an expression of mocking secrets. For several seconds, no one moved. No one even seemed to breathe.
"Did... did it just..." Fang Jie's voice was a fragile thread, barely audible.
"Don't look at it," the veteran-looking man snapped, his voice cutting through the paralysis. He stepped forward, his heavy boots clicking sharply on the mirrored pavement, and physically shoved Fang Jie away from the window. "Move. Now. Back away from the glass."
The spell broke. The group recoiled as if the shop window had suddenly become a source of intense heat.
