364. Missax -

Lena’s smirk faded. She checked the box again. There was no case file for 363. Or 365. It was as if Missax had her own private shelf in reality.

And it smiled.

But as she turned to make tea, she caught her reflection in the dark window. For half a second—no, less than half—her reflection didn’t turn with her. It stayed facing the table. Facing the picture. 364. Missax

Lena spun around. The photograph was unchanged. But now she noticed something new. In the river at Missax’s feet, a small face floated beneath the water. A face with Lena’s eyes. Lena’s smirk faded

She laid it on her kitchen table. The faceless woman stood in the impossible river, waiting. Lena whispered, “What do you want?” Or 365

Nothing happened. She laughed at herself. Of course. It was just paper and ink.