A grand piano sat in the exact middle. Gleaming black. Untouched. It looked freshly polished, as though someone had been here maintaining it in secret. Its ivory keys shone in the ambient crimson glow of the dungeon torches.
Surrounding the piano stood seven tall mirrors. Each of them was gilded, warped, and glowing.
The group paused.
Because the mirrors were not mirrors.
They were windows.
Kaiden stepped forward first, drawn to them. As he approached, he saw what they reflected.
Versions of himself.
But wrong.
Twisted.
Warped by a cardinal sin.
In one, his Wrath-corrupted self stood shirtless, muscles swollen grotesquely and a wide grin on his face as he ground a crushed skull beneath his heel, reveling in the carnage.
In another, his Gluttony form lounged on a throne of bloated corpses, drinking thick blood from a golden chalice as women he didn't recognize hand-fed him delicacies one after the other while dressed in skimpy clothes.
