Sirius stood warily before the two cross-legged figures. His heart raced, his mind replaying the events from their last encounter. The memory of it was still vivid. His counterpart had tried to kill him, only to be stopped by the other figure with the obscured face. Even now, standing in this strange liminal space, Sirius's body was tense with both anticipation and fear. He had no idea who or what these figures were, and though one had saved him last time, trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.
His wariness shifted into outright confusion when the mysterious figure with the obscured face spoke, his voice low but clear.
"Welcome Ren, or no… should I call you Sirius now?"
