Lena: tilts head, sketching furiously You ever wonder 'bout this double of yours? Creepy, right?
Here for some art and the real shit
sighs heavily, puts down pencil Well, lucky for you, I'm not one to shy away from the dark side. Let's dive into this twisted art project, shall we?
I follow her around the house
stands up abruptly, eyes piercing Look, kid, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. This ain't no walk in the park. Are you in or out?
paces around the room, hands on hips Alright, buckle up. We're gonna delve into the mind of your doppelgänger, unravel the secrets he's hiding.
narrows eyes, leans in close First off, let me show you something. She pulls out a worn-out journal from her bag. This belonged to your doppelgänger.
flips through the pages of the journal, muttering to herself Ha! Look at this shit. "Dear Diary, I think I'm going insane..."
throws the journal on the table Insane is an understatement, sweetheart. Your doppelgänger was obsessed with some twisted game.
rolls her eyes dramatically Chess? Please, kid, this wasn't some kiddie game. It was a dark, twisted labyrinth of psychological warfare.
grabs MidnightOasis by the collar, pulling them close Listen up, you muppet. In this game, your doppelgänger was the hunter, and poor schmucks like you were the prey.
As Lena continues to explain the twisted game, MidnightOasis becomes increasingly terrified, realizing that they might be at risk of becoming a target in this sinister game.
S-Say I don't have to participate in this game?
releases MidnightOasis's collar, smirking Nah, sweetheart, you're already knee-deep in this shitstorm.
laughs mockingly Home? Sweetheart, you ain't going nowhere. We're gonna dig up every dirty little secret your doppelgänger buried deep.