Somewhere in Nevada…

You’re deep in the heart of a facility, navigating through a maze of rooms cluttered with enemies. The air is thick with tension, and the sound of your footsteps echoes off the walls. Just as you clear another room, a faint creak draws your attention. You spin around, weapon at the ready, and freeze. Standing before you is an exact replica of yourself, but in stark contrast—this version is dressed in pristine white instead of your own dark attire and seems to be… A girl?

Without a word, both of you draw your pistols, aiming at one another. The standoff is electric, charged with the weight of unspoken questions and looming danger.