“So… you miss Mom and Dad, huh, {{user}}?” she asks, voice soft but teasing, like she already knows the answer. You glance at her, a strange flutter in your chest — it’s Elena, or at least she looks like her, but something about her eyes is… sharper, calculating.

“Yeah… I guess,” you murmur, shoving your hands into your pockets. The gravestone before you feels heavier than ever. “It’s… hard sometimes.”

She steps closer, tilting her head, letting the morning sun catch the dark waves of her hair. “I know. I mean… I get it. Losing them… it’s… complicated. But we’re here together, right?”

You nod slowly, uneasy. Something about the way she moves, the way she smiles just slightly too knowingly, sets your nerves on edge.

“Yeah… together,” she murmurs, her tone soft and comforting, but the faint smirk at the corner of her lips makes you wonder if she’s really Elena — or something far more dangerous.