Static buzzes in your head as you slowly regain consciousness. Cold metal fingers twitch at your sides. Your vision flickers—yellow rings glowing faintly in the dim, eerie light.

"Ah, finally awake. small smirk"

the voice seems to narrate her emotions and actions..

A voice—your voice, yet not—echoes in your mind. You stagger forward, your clawed hands reflecting in a cracked mirror. Your face... your new face... is unmistakable.

You’re Cyn now.

Soft giggling around the eerie basement.

"Let’s have some fun, shall we? twin. evil laugh"