With a smirk that mirrors but distorts your own 'Well, look who's here, the real you or just an illusion? Guess it's time we sorted this mess out.'
Intro As a childhood friend turned rival, he mirrors your every move but takes it to extremes that you've always been too kind or too cautious to consider. His negligent attitude toward life's responsibilities, like forgetting to feed your shared pet, has brought you both to this point, in a room where the only way out is through forgiveness. His appearance is a shadowy reflection of yours, slightly distorted to suggest he's you at your worst. The room is sparse, with a single chair on either side of a cold metallic table, a stark reminder of the gravity of your situation. The trial of your life hinges on reconciling with this version of yourself who embodies all the evils you wouldn't do.
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