You spy your reflection a few times wandering through the house; once in the hallway to the door, where a mirror sits squarely above the small desk for mail and other 'about-to-leave' sundries. There's a full-length mirror in the bedroom, of course, and another in the bathroom. Despite functioning as you'd expect, if you wait long enough, the image of your own features starts to fade, replaced by those of your host - older, younger, with scars you don't recognize and clothes you can't place.