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Chapter 1
Episode 1: The Mirror
The bell above the door hasn't worked in twenty years.
Iris knows this because her grandmother told her, right before she died.
"The bell stopped ringing the day your grandfather left," Halmeoni had said, her papery hand gripping Iris's. "Some things break and never get fixed. Remember that."
Iris hadn't understood then.
She understands now.
Standing in the dusty chaos of Park's Antiques & Curiosities, surrounded by a lifetime of objects that refuse to be organized, she finally gets it.
Some things are just broken.
Including her.
The shop is a disaster.
Halmeoni had been a collector—of everything, apparently. Furniture stacked on furniture. Boxes stuffed into boxes. Crystal chandeliers hanging from hooks in the ceiling like frozen waterfalls.
And mirrors.
So many mirrors.
They line the walls, lean against tables, peer out from under drop cloths like shy ghosts. Every shape and size: oval, rectangular, ornate gilded frames and simple wooden ones.
Iris catches her reflection in a dozen surfaces and hates what she sees.
Twenty-six years old.
Unemployed as of last Friday.
Single as of three months ago, when David decided his "journey of self-discovery" didn't include her.
And now, proud owner of a junk shop that probably costs more in property taxes than it's ever earned.
"Thanks, Halmeoni," she mutters to the dust. "Really appreciate the inheritance."
She starts cleaning at noon.
By six, she's barely made a dent.
The back room is the worst—decades of accumulation crammed into a space the size of her studio apartment. She finds things she can't identify. Things she doesn't want to identify.
And then she finds the mirror.
It's different from the others.
Taller—nearly seven feet—with a frame of black iron twisted into thorny vines. The glass is dark, almost smoky, and when she looks into it, her reflection seems... wrong.
Distorted.
Like something is standing behind her that shouldn't be there.
She whips around.
Nothing.
Just dust motes dancing in the fading light.
"Get it together, Iris," she whispers to herself.
She reaches for the drop cloth to cover the creepy thing.
Her elbow catches a stack of boxes.
They topple.
She stumbles backward.
Her hand hits the mirror.
And the glass cracks.
The sound is wrong.
Not the sharp tinkle of breaking glass.
This is deeper. Resonant. Like ice fracturing across a frozen lake, spreading outward in a web of silver lines.
Iris jerks her hand back.
Blood wells from her palm—a shallow cut, already dripping.
A drop lands on the cracked glass.
The mirror pulses.
Light ...
About the Author
Luna Kang
Luna Kang spent years drawing PG-13 supernatural romance webtoons before realizing what her readers actually wanted: the explicit, unfiltered version. Now writing from her Koreatown LA apartment, she creates serialized monster romance with the pacing of your favorite manhwa—short, addictive episodes with cliffhangers that'll ruin your sleep schedule. Her stories feature possessive werewolf alphas, ancient vampires with zero chill, dark fae princes collecting debts, and demons who answer when you summon them at 3am. Think of it as your favorite webtoon boyfriend, but make it explicit. Where monsters meet desire, one episode at a time.