Aurora's smile faded. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Olivia walked further into the room, her voice calm but tired.
"You can't be Light. Light is too famous, too powerful. You must have learned a trick or two, and now you are pretending. But it is dangerous. Light hates imposters. If the real Light finds out, she will be furious."
Aurora frowned deeply, her gaze steady and calm. "I am the real Light," she said firmly. "And if you want proof, I can show you."
Olivia raised her brows. "Proof? What do you mean?"
Aurora's fingers began to move. Faster than before, so fast that Olivia's eyes could hardly keep up. She typed lines of code, one after another, the screen flashing.
Olivia watched in horror as Aurora's screen shifted to another device. It was Eleanor's phone. Aurora had broken through the security in only seconds.
Lines of text appeared. Aurora opened Eleanor's messages. In less than a minute, she altered all of them, twisting every conversation.
