Alen's breath caught in his throat as the sinister version of himself gripped him with an iron grip, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Panic surged through him as he struggled against the vice-like hold, but it was futile.
"How... How are you..." Alen gasped his voice barely a whisper as he stared into the eyes of his darker self, a reflection of his inner turmoil made manifest.
The sinister Alen's lips curled into a wicked grin, his features twisted with malice as he tightened his grip. "Oh, my dear counterpart," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You thought you could keep me buried forever? That you could hide from the truth?"
Alen's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He had always known there was a darkness lurking within him, a shadow that whispered of vengeance and retribution. But he never imagined it would take on a life of its own, a separate entity with its desires and agenda.
