“Helena…” Someone whispered
“Who’s there?” She asked
Helena stood there, in front of her was a mirror, showing her reflection. “Helena…” The voice echoed
Helena looked at the mirror; it was her reflection but also not her reflection. “Who… are you?” She asked
“I am you, or rather what you’ll become.” Her reflection grinned wickedly
Helena stared at the reflection closer, seeing bodies of people at her reflection’s feet. A knife being held in her right hand, bloodied. “This is you.” Her reflection looked down at the bodies.
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