[ As soon as you touch the mirror, it begins to blacken and dull, slowly blotting out your reflection as it grows more and more anguished.

When you turn back around, the room has changed. The lounge bar is gone, and the fountain is no longer gushing water! It's gushing blood. But the fish in the pool are alive now it's blood, that's something. You can hear the wind howling, somehow -- probably because all of the windows above are broken. You can smell disinfectant on the air.]