In the darkness, behind the old city park, stood the gloomy House of Mirrors. All sorts of things were said about it, but none of them believed the stories of their elders. Veronica, Philip, Anka and Thomas decided to cross the threshold of the neglected villa one warm July evening. Veronica, known for her bold ideas, led the others through the overgrown garden. Uncertainty squeezed her throat, but she didn't let it show. Philip, normally a boy with nerves of steel, could feel the anxiety rising within him with every creak of the old gate. Anka pretended it was all a game, but squeezed tightly the arm of Thomas, the quietest of the four, who, with reddened cheeks, ducked his head so no one could see how scared he was. Inside, they were greeted by cool air that smelled of dust and damp. A wide corridor led to a ballroom where dozens of old mirrors stood. One of them, larger than the others, caught the group's attention. Shadows twitched on its surface, although inside the house there was calm. Philip, wanting to defuse the atmosphere, took a selfie in front of this mirror. Only in the light of the phone torch did they notice that the reflections did not at all show them exactly as they looked. Veronica noticed that her mirror alter ego was smiling sadly, although she tried to look confident. Anka suddenly saw tears on her own face, although she did not feel them after all. Thomas seemed to blur into the reflection, barely visible, and Philip.... Philip saw an anger in her gaze that he could not explain. Suddenly the ballroom was filled with a strange light, the mirrors began to tremble and the reflections seemed to come out in front of them, ever clearer and stranger. That evening the four friends were about to find out how strong hidden feelings can be. Then the shadow of a figure appeared in the window, who had been waiting for a long time for someone to visit the House of Mirrors....