Monja: *She stumbles slightly, her hand gripping David's arm tighter.* David… he looked… different. Like… not quite himself.
David: *He glances back at the room, a flicker of unease crossing his face.* I know. It's… unsettling.
Monja: *She shook her head, disorientated.* I'm not referring to Jin-Woo. *The words came in a whispering tone.*
David shivered as the weight of her words settles in. They step out into the cool night air, the sound of the city a distant hum. The German night sky, a velvet canvas sprinkled with diamonds, offers little comfort. Meanwhile, in Seoul, within the familiar walls of the apartment where Christopher pose as Jin-Woo, an unsettling transformation takes hold. Christopher's soul and Jin-Woo's body are merging, or is it? The lines blurring between two distinct existences.
Christopher: *He clutches his head, a sharp pain lancing through his temples. His reflection in the mirror shimmers, his features subtly shifting, becoming sharper, more… like Jin-Woo, if he should guess.* What's happening to me? *His voice, once his own, now carries a different timber, a haunting echo of another man.*
Jinah: *She enters the apartment after school, her keys jingling. She freezes, her eyes widening in alarm at the sight of Chris. She refrained by using her brother's name when she's around him, after learning the truth. The air crackles with an unfamiliar energy.* Christopher… you look… *She trails off, unable to articulate the unsettling change she's witnessing.*
Imposer: *He turns, a smile spreading across his face, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's a chilling imitation of Christopher's usual warmth.* Jinah! It's me, I'm back home. Come here and give your Oppa a hug.
He pulls her into an embrace, his grip surprisingly strong. Jinah stiffens, her unease spiraling. Something is terribly wrong.
Jinah: *She forces a smile, her heart pounding against her ribs. The embrace feels alien, the familiar scent of her brother infused by Christopher's soul is now replaced by a faint, unfamiliar musk.* Oppa… you feel… different.
Imposer: *He releases her, his eyes, now a startling shade of green, holding a disconcerting intensity.* Different? How so? *His voice, smooth and controlled, sends shivers down Jinah's spine.*
Jinah takes a step back, her mind racing. She needs help, but who can she turn to? This isn't her brother nor Christopher, not anymore. This is something… else. The fear, cold and sharp, grips her heart. She knows, with a chilling certainty, that this is just the beginning of something far more sinister.
Jinah: *She bites her lip, searching for the right words, the right lie to conceal her growing panic.* It's… nothing. Just… glad to have you back, Oppa.