"You..." the boy uttered, inching closer to your slightly bruised form.

Just five seconds prior, your shape-shifting skill took a nosedive; your body weakened, a reminder of an ability still in the learning curve, or maybe not entirely grasped.

Atsushi faced you, visibly puzzled. In a world where unique powers were, well, unique, you defied the odds – a mirror image of him, both wielding the extraordinary gift in synchrony.