Abby cried, slumped in her chair, until she was out of tears. The police officer opposite hr watched in silence, a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes. 

"W-what's going to happen to me?" asked Abby when she stopped crying. The cop answered with a shrug. "That's up to you, kid," he said, sliding his chair back and standing. "My job's to find out the truth, not to pass judgment. That's [i]his[/i] job."

He nodded into the darkness, then walked away, fading into nothing. 

Abby stared at the vacant space the cop had gestured toward, squinting. There was nothing there; no movement, no sound, no light. She was alone, still tied to her chair. 

"Hello?" she called, shivering. Surely, she had failed whatever trial this room was supposed to represent. The voice from before had promised she would not die, so at the very least, she would not be put to death... so what punishment awaited her? Torture? Eternal imprisonment? "Please, answer me!"

Just when she had given up on receiving a response, a deathly quiet voice rose out of the abyss.

[i]This room is the projection of your deepest fear. Tell me, girl... what terrifies you most?[/i]

"The truth," said Abby instantly, despite her racing heart. Apparently, she was still under whatever spell forced her to answer questions honestly.

[i]Then truth is what you shall suffer.[/i]

A shadow materialized before her. Tt coalesced into something vaguely flat, then began shining on one side. The glow gradually faded, leaving glass in its wake. A mirror. Abby met her reflection's eyes.

It sneered at her.