Before her, a dense fog had spread without her noticing, making it hard to breathe.
Charlotte Thompson looked around, but found no other traces.
A sense of unease filled Charlotte Thompson’s heart, almost subconsciously, she wanted to step back.
However, just as Charlotte Thompson looked up again, she seed to catch a figure through the dense fog.
Driven by curiosity, Charlotte Thompson stepped towards the figure, and the surrounding fog seed to have its own will, gradually dissipating as she approached the silhouette.
It was like finding a lifesaving straw in a desperate situation, Charlotte Thompson almost excitedly walked towards the figure, her joy becoming more evident on her face.
Not knowing how long she had walked, she was finally able to see the figure clearly.
"Who are you?"
Charlotte Thompson slowly reached out to tap this person’s shoulder, but hesitated in mid-air just before touching it.
Because a strong sense of familiarity instantly flooded her mind.
Charlotte Thompson felt she should not look at this person, but for so reason, she found it hard to control her actions.
At that mont, an intensely cold wind blew from nowhere, Charlotte Thompson raised her arm to shield her cheeks, the wind cutting through her bones painfully.
Only when the cold wind gradually stopped did Charlotte Thompson lower her arm from her face.
As she looked up, she was frightened into immobility.
Because the figure in front of her had turned around.
Charlotte Thompson could vaguely feel as though she was in a dream, yet the surroundings felt like shackles binding her, preventing her from leaving this place.
However, what struck Charlotte Thompson hard was the appearance of this person.
"Why do you look exactly like ?"
Charlotte Thompson touched her own face, astonished at the person in front of her.
An identical face.
Yet, the person in front of her was also panicking, making the sa gestures and speaking the sa words as Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte Thompson’s pupils contracted, a chill creeping up from beneath her feet, her heart seeming to skip a beat unknowingly.
This is just a dream, she wanted to leave this place.
But just as Charlotte Thompson turned to step back, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The other self behind her chuckled lowly with a gloomy laugh.
"Didn’t you ask who I am?"
Her voice was exactly like Charlotte Thompson’s own.
But now Charlotte Thompson no longer wanted to know the answer; all she wanted was to escape from this terrifying nightmare.
However, she had no ans to gain such a power.
"I am Sophie Allen." She slowly pronounced the na.
With a buzz, Charlotte Thompson felt as if sothing exploded suddenly in her brain.
"I am Sophie Allen, I have returned!"
The fingertips pinching Charlotte Thompson’s shoulders spoke loudly and crazily in a tone Charlotte Thompson had never used.
"No, you’re not." Charlotte Thompson countered, but suddenly felt that these few words were incredibly weak.
She could only watch as the imposter Sophie Allen continued to approach.
"Help..."
Charlotte Thompson opened her mouth, but felt all words stuck in her throat, those cold hands and that familiar face kept getting closer.
"I’ve co to take back everything that belongs to !"
...
"No!"
Charlotte Thompson suddenly sat up from the bed.
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