Luna's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of the table. Memories—foreign and yet familiar—rushed through her like a tide.
Every bruise Aurora had suffered, every tear she had shed, every silent scream buried inside… they all felt magnified now, intensified by this bond they unknowingly shared.
The pain wasn't just inherited through a body—it was etched into her soul.
She wasn't just continuing Aurora's story anymore. She was living the life her twin had been robbed of.
And that truth changed everything.
A tear slid down Luna's cheek before she could stop it.
She remembered the blurry images she had seen in the dream-like memories that came with taking over Aurora's body.
The loneliness. The desperation. The silent, endless waiting.
Professor Maxwell reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Luna… my child…"
"There's one more thing I'm finding suspicious," Maxwell began.
Hearing his voice, Aurora snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze sharpening.
