Korobanti had a way of showing its prisoners their deepest fears and regrets. Ayuba learned this as he stumbled into the old abandoned schoolhouse at the edge of the village. The building was cracked and crumbling, but inside, the air was unnervingly still.
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On the floor lay a large, shattered mirror each fragment reflecting a different part of his face, fractured and distorted. As he looked closer, the shards began to show not just his reflection but images from his past: moments he wished he could forget.
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The death of his father, the guilt he carried for leaving his family behind, the betrayals and mistakes that haunted him. The mirror whispered, accusing, reminding.
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Suddenly, the shards began to shift, rearranging themselves into faces faces of the other lost souls trapped in Korobanti. They reached out, their hands pressed against the glass, silently pleading for release.
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Ayuba realized the mirror was a prison — a trap for memories and souls alike. To escape Korobanti, he must confront these shattered reflections of himself and others.
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But the mirror’s edges were sharp, and touching it meant pain both physical and emotional.
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As he reached out, a cold wind swept through the room, and the faces in the shards screamed silently.
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