The impostor Amin's chuckled darkly, their laughter echoing through the hall like an ominous chorus. Their identical features contorted into sinister grins, revealing a glimpse of their true nature.
Scarlett stepped forward, her eyes narrowed with resolve. "Who are you really?" she demanded, her voice laced with authority.
The impostors' laughter subsided, replaced by a chilling silence. Their gazes bore into the group with an unsettling intensity, their intentions shrouded in mystery.
"We are but shadows," one of the impostors replied, their voice echoing with an otherworldly quality.
The revelation sent a chill down Scarlett's spine. "Shadows of whom?" she pressed, her determination unyielding.
The impostors exchanged knowing glances, their features contorted with malicious glee. "We serve a greater purpose," another impostor intoned, their voice a sinister whisper.
