Shadowgate
With a grunt you thrust the hammer headlong into the mirror. Your defiant image disappears as the glass shatters around you.
In place of yourself, a narrow white door, fitting to the shape of the mirror is revealed. Grabbing the handle, you offhandedly ponder the discovery of your hammer.
In place of yourself, a narrow white door, fitting to the shape of the mirror is revealed. Grabbing the handle, you offhandedly ponder the discovery of your hammer.