She didn't reply, merely muttered one phrase over and over, her voice so low that only she could hear it.
"I'm not anyone's substitute, I'm not... I'm special, I'm unique..."
Like a curse, she forced herself to believe it.
The illusion collapsed with a roar, a rock wall blocked the path, Aimou seemed somewhat weary, yet she still crashed directly into the wall, then passed through it, the familiar door was within reach, she hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.
Footsteps sounded from behind the door, then the door was pushed open a small crack, revealing a horrifying face.
The sense of familiarity vanished, replaced by a strange fear, his face was overgrown with messy beard, eyes deep and hollow, hidden pupils in darkness glimmered with a mad brilliance.
Aimou hesitated to recognize the man in front of her, he was so haggard, yet the corners of his mouth bore a fanatic smile, like a hysterical madman.
