The Ghost of You

Chapter 7: Saeng Phrai Agency

"Orm, can you tell me what actually happened? How did you find Ira and Tawan?" Lingling asked, her voice steady yet filled with urgency.

Once again, they had gathered at Lingling's apartment, a safe haven amidst the chaos. The air was thick with tension as they tried to dissect all the information they had gathered. Love and Milk sat across from Orm, their eyes wide with shock at Lingling's revelation, and their minds racing to piece together the mystery.

Orm took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to recount her harrowing tale. "It's... complicated," she began, her voice shaky but resolute. "But I'll tell you everything."

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"That is it, Orm, focus..." The voice was soft yet commanding, urging her to concentrate.

Suddenly, Orm began to see a flickering light, bright and inviting. She blinked, and as the illumination enveloped her, she felt a familiar sensation pulling her back. When she opened her eyes again, she gasped, taking in her surroundings. She was back in her own body, locked away in the confinement place Ira had created—a dark, suffocating space that had become her prison.

The cold stone walls loomed around her, casting long shadows that seemed to close in with every breath. The air was stale, thick with the weight of despair, pressing down on her chest. Panic surged as Orm's memories flooded back—the betrayal, the darkness that had swallowed Ira, and the spiraling chaos that had destroyed their once peaceful lives.

She touched her body, feeling her ribs beneath her hands, her frame thinner than she remembered. Her skin was pale, almost translucent from the time spent imprisoned in the darkness. But there was no time to dwell on how much she'd withered. She needed to find Tawan and Ira—before it was too late.

Just as she turned to leave, a figure of pure light appeared before her, blocking her path. Orm froze, mesmerized. The figure was... her. Or at least, she looked like her—only more radiant, more majestic, glowing with an otherworldly brightness.

"Orm, before you go, there is something you must understand," the light figure spoke, her voice both soothing and powerful, like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Orm's breath caught in her throat. "Who are you?" she asked, staring at the ethereal being.

"I am you, Orm. I am the light within you. Every twin born during a full moon is blessed with celestial power," the figure explained, her voice carrying ancient wisdom. "You are blessed by the sun, and Ira by the moon. I am your sun, Orm, hence I am you and you are me."

Orm's heart raced. "What does that mean? What does that have to do with Ira?"

"Because of her lunar energy, your sister has always been favored by the dark and evil forces," the figure continued, her glowing eyes locked onto Orm's. "That is why the evil spirit latched onto Ira instead of killing her. The darkness has long desired her."

Orm's chest tightened. "So... that's why the evil twisted her mind? Why it didn't destroy her but used her?"

The spirit nodded. "Yes, Orm. But the truth is, you were always meant to be the sacrifice. The evil force needs you, not Ira. Killing you would have given them unimaginable power, but Ira stepped in. She became their vessel to protect you."

Orm felt like the floor had dropped from beneath her. "Me?" she whispered.

The figure's gaze softened. "Yes. But the evil spirit cannot win unless you die at Ira's hands. They need your life force, Orm. They've twisted Ira to bring you to that end."

Orm's knees buckled as the weight of this revelation pressed down on her. The evil was targeting her all along, twisting her sister, driving them both into this nightmare.