I felt it again, this time the pain was too obvious and the image that flashed through my eyes made me understand what was going on. Even if that woman changes her face and looks entirely different, I know who she is. An abandoned piece that was only good for a while. Although I lack the specifics of what my clone did with her, I can already imagine what happened from her looks and the little bits of stories that my niece told me.
At this very moment, she was scared of Grifter. She was scared of the danger he posed or the disaster he might bring in the future. As she lacked any information on cryptids and anomalies, all she could do was use brute force to confirm it all on her own. Killing the poor guy again and again.
