Tracy's heart began beating rapidly. It shrank into a clump before expanding abruptly, her body trembling gently.
"Huh?"
There was an instant when she nearly forgot what she had to do until the falling figure of her sister suddenly paused.
Standing in the middle of the stairs in a trance, she finally snapped out of it, remembering who she was.
She was Tracy Elenore, not Amanda Rosiana; they had both entered this mansion together, and had lived through parts of each other's memories, wholeheartedly believing they were the other party.
Tracy moved, her slender finger gripping Amanda by the hand and dragging her back. That was the plan.
However, the moment her fingers touched Amanda, it was as though the world that was on a pause started to move again, and the two started free-falling from the second floor.
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