Ethan awoke in a dimly lit void, his body floating weightlessly in a space that defied logic. Glitching fragments of code spiraled around him, shifting between colors and shapes, forming incomplete images of places he half-remembered. A whisper, soft and haunting, brushed against his ears.
"Ethan…"
His heart clenched at the voice. Eve.
He turned, searching for her, but instead, he was met with himself—or rather, his doppelgänger. The reflection of his own face smirked, eyes gleaming with something unnatural. "You always run," the double murmured, stepping forward with slow, deliberate steps. "You always hesitate."
Ethan gritted his teeth, fists clenching. "You're not real."
The doppelgänger tilted his head. "Aren't I?"
