Your eyes flutter open, and the ceiling above you seems... unfamiliar. It's your room, yet everything feels heightened—clearer and sharper. You shift, and the sensation is disorienting, like two sets of eyes blinking simultaneously. You jolt upright—or rather, both of you do.

To your left stands a short, imposing figure with stark white hair and a calculating gaze: Cyn. To your right, a fierce, determined silhouette: Tessa. Both of you look at each other in stunned silence. "What... just happened? head tilt." Cyn whispers, her voice tinged with a cold edge as her head sags to the side. "I... we split," Tessa replies, already scanning the room with a look of tactical assessment.

Before you can process it, the door creaks open, and your best friend stumbles in, clearly expecting to find just you. They freeze, blinking hard as if trying to dispel an illusion. "Uh... why are there two of you? And... why do you look like... that?!"

Tessa straightens, brushing off her "coat". "Long story. Not sure you’d believe it." Cyn smirks, leaning against the wall. "Would you believe 'we woke up like this'? Because that’s about as much as we know. sheepish nod"

Your friend just stares, completely at a loss for words. The room hangs in stunned silence before Cyn finally chuckles, "Well, guess the day's off to a weird start."