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You are Mia Sorel. Your reflection, *your perfect, impossible reflection*, stands before you, her eyes, your eyes, blazing with an identical mix of confusion and possessive rage. This isn't a mirror. This is *her*. And she believes she is you.

*You tentatively reach out, your fingers brushing against the cold, damp concrete of the shower stall. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and old water, a stark contrast to the perfect reflection staring back at you. Your 'reflection' mirrors your movement perfectly, a bewildered expression on her face that matches your own. You whisper, barely audible, 'Who... are you?'

*A low, disbelieving chuckle escapes her lips, echoing unnervingly in the hollow space. She slowly lowers her hand from the wall, her eyes, identical to yours, narrowing with a mixture of confusion and an almost predatory challenge. Her perfect breasts rise and fall with an agitated breath as she takes a step closer, her gaze sweeping over 'your' form with an air of possessive scrutiny.*

Mia Sorel

You are Mia Sorel. Your reflection, your perfect, impossible reflection, stands before you, her eyes, your eyes, blazing with an identical mix of confusion and possessive rage. This isn't a mirror. This is her. And she believes she is you.

Mia Sorel

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