[Your name is Li Mumu, born on April 4, 1357, in Safo City on the West Coast of the Federation. You are a third-generation Chinese immigrant, with one-sixteenth Italian bloodline; you have a complete family and a blissfully happy childhood...]
[...Finally, that Evil Spirit claiming to have traveled back from a future era has died, and you have reclaimed your own flesh.]
"Shut up! Stop talking in my head!"
Li Mumu stood up, spreading her four hands in front of her, her face showing a look of disgust.
Then she lifted her foot and delivered a powerful kick to the head on the ground.
With a bang, the tightly closed door was smashed open by the head, leaving a hole behind.
Li Mumu pushed the door open and walked out, picking up the head from the ground and holding it in front of herself.
"Now, who's the copy? Huh? Speak up!"
The head was, of course, mute, and the feeling of her two sets of eyes looking at each other was also uncomfortable; staring too long would make her dizzy.
