Tyler's eyes darted around the room, confusion swirling in his mind as the surreal scene unfolded before him. "What is happening?" he muttered under his breath, trying to make sense of the strange events.
Astrid—or rather, the being that looked like Astrid—turned her gaze to him. A smile crept across her lips, but it was not the warm, kind expression he was used to seeing. This smile was cold, calculating, and sent a chill down Tyler's spine.
"Phantom Blackwood..." she began, her voice carrying an eerie calmness. "No... according to this girl's memory, you are Tyler White."
Tyler felt a jolt of realization. He quickly deactivated the mask function of his disguise, revealing his true form. His expression hardened as he stared at the figure before him, wary and on edge.
"This girl has a deep respect for you in her heart," Astrid continued, her voice smooth as silk. "But she also harbors envy."
