The not so real Villain
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"Who are you?" there is confusion in my voice.
"I'm you," the other person laughs.
"Impossible," I say and take a few steps back.
"You are me. We're the same thing."
She steps closer, her eyes radiating pure coldness and madness.
"No! I'm not you, I'm not even from here" I shake my head violently.
"Who do you think brought you here?" she asked rhetorically and my eyes widen in shock.
"We are one"
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