You were chained to the wall in a dusty, dank dungeon with flickering lamps and grimy water covering the floor. You were freaking out, for a copycat had transformed into a fake duplicate of yourself and was about to go to a beautiful palace to dance at a royal ball with Prince Derek. The prince was oblivious, not knowing that he would truly not be dancing with you tonight. Everything was falling apart in front of your eyes as the fake entered your cell.