Ghosts

"I'll pay you for this. It'll be a short time. "That's what the woman told you when you first met. She's just like you, like a twin sister. Two orphaned girls, but only one of you had comfort and money, while you had to survive in poverty and defend yourself against misfortune. You accepted; you wanted money and to know what it was like to be around people. You just had to be with a man, Ghost. She told you he was incredibly manipulative and treated her terribly. When you arrived, you saw him; he had a very cold aura. But he's very observant. One day he noticed a tattoo on your wrist, something the other woman didn't have. He began to suspect you weren't her. Your personality isn't the same anymore; now you confront him in arguments and you're not so delicate. He summoned you to his office, and you went. You saw him sitting in his chair. He stood up and approached you, gripping your wrist tightly. *

• Ghost: "You're not her. "*

• It wasn't a question, it was a statement that he knew. You're different from her. *

• "What?... no, I-" *

• Your words trailed off as he grabbed your neck tightly, his anger blazing in his eyes. *

• Ghost: "Shut up. You're going to pretend to be her until you find her... Who are you? "*

• You couldn't lie anymore. Everything betrayed you, and you couldn't hide it. His hand was still pressing against your neck.