"You took everything from me. You stole my body, my life, and my little sister. You're nothing more than an imposter believing that you did something good when you're truly a monster."
The visage of Irene continued to hammer into some of the deep-rooted anxieties that Marcus rarely thought about and were buried deep in the corners of his mind.
He could not deny that some of the words coming from the shadowy echo were true.
In many ways, he had taken everything that was Irene. Her name was even in his status as a secondary identity, and he had received most of her memories.
Of course, he knew that he was not Irene. A fragment of her that had remained inside of her dead body had latched itself onto him.
Had this not occurred though, it was almost a certainty that Irene would have become a vengeful ghost that hunted down the illegal slavers that had killed her and kidnapped her sister.
