Only silence answered his questions, thick and heavy like a physical presence. But something felt... different. The air seemed to shift and move around him, carrying whispers just below the threshold of hearing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Aiden's posture changed, his body tensing as survival instincts kicked in. "Come out, Master," he called, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing unease in his gut.
The darkness before him stirred, coalescing into a shape that made his breath catch in his throat. Step by step, a figure emerged—and Aiden found himself staring at his own face, his own silver eyes, his own uncertain expression. The copy stood silently, watching him with an unnerving stillness that made it clear this was no mere reflection.
