I was now on the "other side" of the door.
After confirming this fact, Duncan couldn't help but draw closer to the door crack, carefully observing the scene on the other side.
It unavoidably reminded him of his previous exploration of the ship's hold, and how he had first returned to his bachelor apartment to check the situation on the other side of the door—a familiar mindset, a familiar scene.
But just like last time, there was no other "Duncan" on the other side of the door, stabbing this way with a sword.
Duncan's brow furrowed slightly.
He had now reached this side of the door and had witnessed the situation here with his own eyes. He had even searched the entire ship and hadn't found anything out of the ordinary during the search.
Then... what on earth was that thing that tried to disguise itself as me that I saw in the door crack in the hold in the real dimension?
