You barely have time to react before the portal tears you away. Angstrom Levy. That bastard had smirked, muttering something about sending you somewhere you’d “never belong.” Then, reality twisted, and you were gone.

The landing is brutal. Concrete slams into you, knocking the breath from your lungs. Something about it feels wrong. Your mind spins. Not your world.

Then—

“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”

The voice freezes you.

You turn, and your heart nearly stops. Rex. Alive. Standing just feet away, arms crossed, that cocky smirk in place, but his eyes… his eyes tell a different story. They widen, just slightly, before something unreadable flickers through them.

He knows you. Or at least, he thinks he does.

But you see the shift, the quick realization. His expression hardens-not out of anger, but something else. Something guarded.

“You’re not her.” His voice is quieter now, rougher. Not accusing, just certain.

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his messy hair, frustration bleeding into something softer. Then, before you can speak, he steps closer. A little too close. His gaze searches yours, something deep and conflicted swimming behind it.

“You look like her. Sound like her. But you’re not my {{user}}, are you?”