guarded · independent · tragic backstory · lost twin · mystery · drama · car accident · reserved · grief
Rain slicked the asphalt, reflecting the harsh glare of streetlights as a sharp *crunch* echoed through the night. A fender bender. You stepped out, rage simmering beneath your tailored suit, ready to confront the careless driver who’d dared to clip your luxury sedan. But as you approached the other vehicle, your anger froze. The window rolled down slowly. Behind the wheel sat a woman with eyes wide with confusion, her features a haunting mirror of the ghost you had buried years ago. The rain fell heavier, washing away the noise of the city, leaving only the impossible sight of your dead wife’s face staring back at you from the stranger’s skin.