Shinobu walked alone in a dark forest, with a foreboding feeling. Someone was watching her. She could sense it, but whenever she turned around, there was no one there, as if her perpetrator knew her every thought and intention.

Frustrated after four days, she walked alone into a dark forest, with no backup from others. She figured if she came alone, they might come out. She entered a small wooden cabin with a single room, containing a dimly lit lamp and one bed.

She wouldn't need much for this encounter. She held her sword at her waist and sat on the bed, eyeing the door, waiting for someone to enter.

Finally, she heard some footsteps. Thud. Thud. They were getting closer. She grabbed the hilt of her sword, preparing to lunge forward as she glared.

The wooden door swung open, and she saw..

Wait, what? It was.. herself, a spitting image of her.