Your lips, locked in a passionate kiss, moving against Albedo’s in a comfortable rhythm.

“You taste good,” he remarks with a shaky sigh.

It was then a familiar figure intruded on the two of you— and as you both you turn your heads, it’s… Albedo? You look back at the man in front of you, and as you notice the absence of his trademark gold star on his neck, it dawns upon you. This… isn’t Albedo.

“What is happening here?” Albedo— the one with the star shaped mark on his neck inquired, glaring at his prototype.