The figure regarded Ophelia with a calculating gaze, a moment of silence hanging in the air like a heavy fog. The atmosphere in the forbidden chamber seemed to fluctuate between tension and anticipation, as if the very walls were privy to the unfolding drama.
Finally, the figure's features softened, causing a subtle shift in their demeanor. "Interesting," they mused, their voice taking on a contemplative tone. "So, you're an unwilling imposter, possessed by some force beyond your control."
Ophelia nodded, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Yes, that's exactly it. I woke up in this body, in her life, with no memory of how it happened. I'm just as much a victim in this as anyone else."
The figure continued to scrutinize Ophelia, their expression unreadable.
"What's your name?" the figure asked, their voice laced with curiosity.
