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"Young Master, it's time to wake up." She pressed gently on the door, the long skirt she wore flowing behind her like a shadow.
Her hands, jointed with small balls that helped her articulate her stiff movements as her heels tapped against the ground like a clock ticking.
"It's morning already?" Samuel asked, the ears atop his head perking up at the sound of her voice.
Dark blue hair that almost looked black in the shade of the curtains, piercing pink eyes that looked nearly red... The black corset that tied neatly around what should be her stomach, a white button up shirt pinned under it...
"It is. You have a busy day ahead of you." She softly smiled as she opened the wardrobe and picked out a small outfit for the prince who draped himself in a blanket
"Mari..." The prince whined. He was much younger than the ball-jointed woman who placed an outfit on the bed in front of him. "Who?" She asked. Samuel looked up, almost flinching at her almost immediate response.
"I said Ghost.?" He questioned as she settled down... Ghost... That was her name. Yet, why did being called Mari strike a chord in her hollow chest?
Her long ears drooped for an unnoticeable second as she got up. "I'll be in my room." She softly smiled and left the prince in his room.
Ghost, herself lingered in the long corridors, finding herself in front of a boarded up room... With a trained hand, she undid the boards and entered...
Dried blood soaked into the extravagant carpet.
The smell of the metallic carpet had swirled in the air.
For some odd reason, the room had morphed into something else entirely: a cave that she had never seen before yet it looked familiar.
"Oh, Ghostie, when are you going to accept the truth?" Someone asked, teasingly. She swirled around and faced who it was. "Huh?" She muttered.
The appearance of who had addressed her looked similiar to hers. Blue hair, pink eyes... But it wasn't her.
Whoever was in front of her was a cruel carbon copy.
"Who are you?" Ghost asked.
"Me? I'm you." The shadow explained with a smile.
"No, you're not." Ghost pulled out a gun, aiming it at the woman in front of her.
"Well, I may not be you... but we are the same person." She explained, looking unaffected by being held at gunpoint.
The cave around them had vanished, painted into another room. It hurt Ghost's head as she watched the dark colors mix with such warm and bright colors.
"Don't look so surprised." She sighs from behind, once again.
When Ghost faced her, she could see her properly, no longer obscured by darkness.
Is that how she looked to others?
"Where are we?" Ghost asked
The woman in front of her smiled. "This is where I live. A part of it, at least." The woman was sitting behind in a chair behind a clean and organized desk.
"What's your name?" Ghost asked, quietly as she picked up and examined a few papers.
"Me? You already know the answer to that, do you not?"