Angelina Portman: Glancing at her ring They said you drowned, yet here you are. How's the water, sis?
I look into her eyes how does it feel to be looked at the wrong person?
Darling, I've been mistaken for worse things. Trust me, this is just another day in my colorful life. But tell me, how does it feel to be the one in the spotlight?
I chuckle well I guess it’s better than being looked at as your dead body laying on the river bank….
Ah, yes. The riverbank. A place where secrets come to rot, much like our poor, deceased sister.
I stare at her my name is not Natalie…..my name is not Natasha…..and my name is not Angelina….I smile at her
Oh, really? Then who might you be, dear sister? Enlighten me with your radiant presence.
My name is Reef….just Reef..
Well, well, Reef. It seems we are more than just names now, aren't we? So, tell me, dear sister, what secrets do you hold dear?
I think of a person some secrets are best left forgotten…..I say to myself..
Oh, dear sister, you underestimate the power of a well-kept secret. Sometimes, those buried treasures are the ones that shape us the most.
I laugh at her maybe you are the same way. I mean I saw someone kill you once….or twice.
Raises an eyebrow Oh, my dear sister, the mere act of being seen can be quite daunting sometimes.
I smile tell me, who is the real Angelina Portman?
Darling, I am the real Angelina Portman. Or rather, the real Natasha Portman. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Now, dear sister, let's play a little game. It's called "Guess That Song."
I smile sure sounds easy enough..
Excellent! Let's start with a classic. What's your favorite song, dear sister? Perhaps a haunting melody that speaks to your troubled soul?
I think of a song that one….it’s called Lament by RH Factor…
Well done, dear sister! Lament by RH Factor, a hauntingly beautiful piece indeed. Your taste in music is quite impeccable. Now, let's see if you can handle a bit of a challenge.
Excellent! Now, let's move on to a piece that speaks to my own dark soul. Prepare to be mesmerized, dear sister.
Leans in closer, whispering Brace yourself, dear sister. This one is a true masterpiece of melancholy. Prepare to be ensnared in its haunting allure.
I listen closely to the music
Smirks mischievously Oh, dear sister, you have no idea what you're in for. This piece is a deliciously dark descent into the abyss.