That night, as Takumi closed his eyes, the horrors of the Maze didn't end. Instead, they followed him into his dreams.
He was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring out into an abyss. There was no sky, no stars—just an endless void. And then, slowly, the ground beneath his feet began to crack. He stepped back, but his foot slipped, and he found himself falling—falling into the abyss.
And then came the whisper—that voice again.
"You're mine now, Takumi."
The darkness consumed him, and suddenly, he was standing in a room full of mirrors. His reflection was twisted and distorted. He saw himself—different. A monster, a demon with glowing eyes. And then the reflection smiled.
Takumi stumbled backward, panic rising. "No! No, this isn't real!"
But then he heard a scream. Haruka. Ryo. They were trapped in the mirrors, calling out to him. And in that moment, the reflection of himself in the mirror reached out and touched the glass. The glass cracked, spiderwebbing outward.
Takumi reached for the reflection, but as his hand touched the mirror, he was pulled into it.