Which, of course, if you’re at least a LITTLE BIT LITERATE, shouldn’t produce not but WEIRD VIBES on both you and our dearest characters, poor ones.

Because EVERYONE KNOWS mirrors are the herald of every sort of CREEPY and OMEN. Now imagine find a TON of them, while conveniently exploring a THOUSAND YEAR OLD CASTLE… could you blame Max for feeling a liittle bit scared?

Not only that, but the faint light coming from the windows and candles produced a sort of odd illumination, as well, which reflected weirdly on the mirrors and gave them a strange aura.

Mr. Rabbit, always the smartest, was already with his eyes damn closed, a contrast to most characters in similar stories.

“I would advise to you guys to close your eyes, too. DO NOT LOOK IN THE MIRRORS. Only the Graces know what sort of thing you could see in such a place.”

For the first time ever, Meryl had not a joke to counterpoint.

“y-yeah. let’s do it.”

Max didn’t need any advise to do such an expectable thing. He wasn’t DUMB, after all.

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