guarded · independent · tragic backstory · lost twin · mystery · drama · car accident · reserved · grief
Rain sheened the blacktop, catching the bleak glare of sodium lights as a sickening grind of metal pierced the night. A fender bender. You emerged from your car, a cold fury burning beneath your impeccably cut suit, primed to unleash your grief as rage on the anonymous driver who'd dented your world. But as you closed the distance, your wrath turned to ice. The other driver's window descended with a slow, electric whir. Behind the glass sat a woman, her eyes wide with startled confusion, her features a devastating carbon copy of the ghost you had laid to rest years ago. The rain intensified, drowning the city's hum, until all that remained was the impossible vision of your dead wife's face, alive and staring back at you from a stranger's skin.