The voice echoed within the confines of the swirling void, unmistakable in its venomous familiarity. Tyler’s chest constricted as memories surged—moments he thought he’d buried deep, rising to the surface like ghosts clawing their way from a grave.
“You,” Tyler whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of dread and disbelief.
From the churning darkness, a figure began to take shape. Its outline was hazy at first, like smoke curling in the air, but it solidified with each passing second. Standing before Tyler now was a mirror image of himself, though twisted and sinister. The doppelgänger’s eyes glowed a sickly green, and its smile was sharp and mocking.
“Surprised to see me?” it asked, its tone dripping with malice. “Or did you think you could erase me so easily?”
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