Finally the mirror stops showing pictures from the past, and all that remains is a regular reflection of the W

Finally the mirror stops showing pictures from the past, and all that remains is a regular reflection of the Wriggling Man's cruel face — a ball of twitching worms under the shadow of a black hood. The creature's hand starts to tremble. "Blinded, fooled... I... we... what happened to me? How did we... I... we... all of us... could let her make a toy out of us?! What have you done, guest. So much pain and anger, we can't hold it back!" The Wriggling Man shudders — and the next moment falls to pieces. The worms quickly crawl away, and only his black cloak remains lying on the floor.