Mimic closed the door to Damien's room, she leaned against it, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. The weight of her new task pressed down on her, a mixture of duty and dread churning in her stomach. Finding Elena - the thought alone made her skin crawl with jealousy and resentment. But for Damien, she would do anything. Even this.
She pushed herself away from the door, her form shifting restlessly as she paced the hallway. How to begin? Elena had vanished years ago. If she was still alive, she'd have gone to ground, hidden herself away from both Damien and the Shelly's - her family.
Mimic paused, a thought occurring to her. Perhaps that was the key. Elena wouldn't hide from everyone. There had to be someone she trusted, someone who might know where she'd gone.
With renewed purpose, Mimic strode towards the mansion's library. It was time to uncover any connections that might lead her to the elusive Shelly .
