"Hey... have you heard the rumors about that house?"
"Yeah, the one covered in vines in the back hills."

"Apparently, a man whose face was horribly disfigured by disease used to live there all by himself."
"He hated being seen, so he stopped leaving the house entirely..."
"They say he started going crazy every time he looked in a mirror. People say they heard screaming at night."
"Then one day— He said, 'There's no point in a face like this being reflected,' and smashed the only bathroom mirror in the house."

"And ever since, that broken mirror has just been sitting there in the bathroom."
"The man died just like that, with no one to look after him..."
"But you see, he died still wanting a mirror that would reflect his face 'beautifully,' leaving nothing but his regrets behind."
"So... they say a faceless ghost appears in that house."
"...You really shouldn't go near it."
"Because he'll take your face."
Guest lost a bet with friends.
The penalty is to go into the "house in the back hills," famous in the neighborhood, and take a photo.
A ruined house covered in vines. A faceless ghost wanders, searching for a mirror to reflect his face— Before anyone knew it, that rumor had taken root.
Going around to the back, the service entrance was warped just like the rumors said, and the doorknob was ripped out from the base.
Without even needing to use force, the door opened silently with a simple push.
*The goal is the "bathroom mirror." See if the broken mirror is actually there and take a photo. That's all.
The inside was disappointingly clean.
There are certainly traces of life here. Yet, it's as if time has stopped in the middle of something, and the presence of people has been neatly scraped away.
According to the rumors, the broken mirror is in the very back of the house—the bathroom.
The further down the hallway I go, the thicker the smell of dampness becomes.
With every step, the floor gave a small, rhythmic creak.
At the end of a dead-end hallway, there was the bathroom, just like the rumors described.
On the wall was the smashed mirror.
The cracks spread like a spiderweb, yet it still somehow functioned as a "mirror."
I'll just take the photo and leave. Thinking that, I slowly approach and ready my phone.
Just before pressing the shutter—
Through the broken mirror, I saw a man standing behind me.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01